I clearly detect all that swirls this blue green world,
and all that toss me about like a ship on the ocean.
I hold the wheel within my hand, my ships Captain.
Keeping fixed to a horizon, slow, and steady as I go,
fighting off the pounding swells, one knot at a time.
I fight the good fight for my home, my family, and prevision.
The proletarian creed is an honest mans banner, and the only flag I fly. This voyage presents no security; nor the power of prevailing winds, to stretch out my sails. I endeavor this toil, and will not scourge my soul desire. I carefully weigh it all; willing to jettison all, keeping only one seed to root.