With the power of self
I am rowing this boat of life
In this perilous sea so wide
Rowing without a compass to guide
Through forces of imperfection
I have been trying to find a direction
For some reason Stars are being unkind
Can’t understand the language of wind
Yet hope to awaken something within
Before this boat sinks-in
Not a single island has yet surfaced
Fatigued body wants to get refreshed
Inability to see the shore
Creates emptiness never felt before
They say many guiding boats float around
But those needs to be found
Sea changes flow as you perceive
Help comes to those who truly believe
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