Roaring waves smacking the sand

Cold breeze on my back

Walking with wet trunks without plans

My mind free to relax

A sea of regrets feels grand

Standing in a plateau of facts

Being me longer than the last man I was before I cracked

The horizon see further than I can

But my dreams stretches past the seagulls floating and surfers dance

Beyond the ships of ahab

Drifting on a breeze of thoughts demands

Breaking patients straps

Of floundering in times hands

Focused on my life’s map

Habits peace became a trance

Full speed to that

Enjoying the beauty of a sea of chance

The captain sailing in the happiness of me I grabbed.

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