New Moorings
I am captivated by the idea, sold in fact
Hook, line and sinker by new moorings
The palpable anticipation of change
Buoyed up on the belief it will solve everything
Of course, there is a snag
Despite fair winds, I take the old me along
On a straight track to a circular tail wind
With all of my baggage
The boat is a focus, plain sailing ideals
Metaphorically moving forward
Or perhaps just not standing still
I don't wish to take stock today
So I trudge along, wharf to dock
Having hope is the key
I'm still tethered to my troubles
But it gives me a sense I can be free
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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