I am like a ship sailing atop a raging ocean
The high waves are thrashing, hindering my motion
I have a destination in mind: to it I have great devotion.
No, not any port in a storm will satisfy
I am predestined for greatness by and by
Yet these waves are getting bigger and I miss the blue sky
The storm is surging as though I am the bad guy
Getting cursed for evil deeds or maybe that is just my conscience
Playing tricks on me.
Am I my generation’s new face of failure. Such thoughts take all my glee
Some may think I am just lost at sea
But I have a destination in mind that I will get to at any fee
And it shall be, I decree.
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