I pull at my anchor
As I swing with the tide
My hull is impatient to start a new ride
The waves make me restless to put out to sea
And chase the horizons wherever they be
But the storm clouds they gather
Just out of my view
Waiting to pounce
With a vengeance so cruel
So I’ll sit in safe harbour
And ride on the swell
Protected by walls that never will tell
Of ship that hides from storms.
PTT
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