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There comes a moment in our live's
Be it this day, this year, this night
When all at once we can bare no more
Of life's struggles, strife, and fights.

Not to say we wish to end it
But just to retreat a little while
Like a ship that leaves the harbour
To sail a sea of trials.

To deal with one wave at a time
Tossing and turning with each blow
Of what beguiles us day to day
When riding high or lying low.

Woe betide us the awkwardness 
Of discussions with mother-dear
The to's and fro's of where to go
Resulting in life's understeer.

The highs of unchecked enthusiasm
Taking ourselves by surprise
With assurances of what we'll do
Towards the optimistic goal we dare to realise.

'Till at last we meet our pillows
For the truths to flow freely then
The floods of tears urge them forth
As for the first time, reality we tend.

The more we fight the more we fall
So says the back of our tired mind
But hoist the sail of want and drive
And work with the storms design.

Sometimes happenings feel larger than life
More like someone else's than our own
But just play the part and fight none
As is the only advice people seem to condone.

The step up and out can feel more like a fall
The stern ruling dominate over the bow
Severe is the harshness of reality
Of what we must face now.

No step by step instruction
Just a compass and a destination
Through the terrors we must ourselves navigate
It all being part of our confirmation.

The confirmation of what we choose to be:
An ocean liner with ease cruising through?
A fighting, battle worn frigate giving no chances?
Or an honest trade barge plodding through?

Once in a while settling at a mooring
With futures docks in sight
I know I long to stop forever there
And prolong the stillness and calm of this night.

Wether it's calm or just panic beyond measure,
I guess I'll never know
As each song on the wind's a current
That can lift me high or sink me low.

One summers day I'll reach that docks 
Of the place I'm meant to be
Far away yet oh so near
I hope that soon the end I'll see.

For now I guess I'll stay adrift
In a sea of uncertainties
And shout once more and again
A young sailor's prayers and pleads.
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