Ally

I'm not a fool at dawn, to feel an utter mess every way the wind blows, I should be at sea, on a wooden raft, where there's time to dream, summon ancient forms, erect my little mast, sail with perfect calm, speak evenly, not roar out in distress, where you pay dearly, if you’re torn, living a life like this, my time isn't done, I shall range the Ocean, fix my shiny compass, judge life heavenly, navigate Cape Horn, live without duress, heaven’s crown of thorns, makes me immaculate.