The Ship - Novus Renascentia
Behold the ship, lost at sea,
It changes direction so frequently,
And I with them, new to sea-faring,
Sit and wonder...will we ever find our bearing?
And all of a sudden it comes to me,
In a moment of divine epiphany:
That a ship, captained by only its sailors,
Cannot navigate a sea, which no-one favors,
And thus I tell my un-happy crew,
The ship will not guide itself,
It is up to you.
Copyright © Ph.D Volo Von Wolfenstein | Year Posted 2011
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