The Ferry Boat Ride
He was a young man traveling lightly with nothing much to carry
but his dreams and wide-eyed wonder
and a ticket for a ferry
Ride, across a river wide that meandered like nothing real
while looking for rhyme and reason
to come alive and learn to deal
With whom and what he was inside, deeper than the skies
he would soon be crossing over
with this new-found ferry ticket ride
Taking him to places he knew not where or when
Yet knowing he’d soon be racing time
like a moth against the wind
While waiting for the ferry boat still in his youthful prime
He heard the wind spin tails again and whisper “Time to ride.”
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