LINES OF THOUGHT © 2016

The ships you see on the horizon,

Are already 50 miles towards the future, distant.

They sail in seas you have yet to know,

But you remain bound by promises you let go.

Clinging to the premises of the past,

Like anchors that keep you steadfast.

While the wind blows to new directions,

You hold on to old affections.

The future calls, with the horizon bright,

But you'll only reach it if you take flight.

The ships move on, unafraid of what’s near,

And you, too, must learn to steer.

Let the past be, like waves that have crashed,

And embrace the new, like winds that have lashed.

Free yourself and follow, with courage and sight,

For the future awaits you, at the next light.

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