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night sail
in dark brutal sea
my sight fades as
the boat rocks
back and forth
swinging in all directions
stomach churning
about to hurl
from foggy thoughts
a drunkard fumbling
unsure where to sail
but still continues
to trudge stagger stumble
in cold nights
i search the skies
for the North star
and see it
i struggle to chase it
not looking away
bumps sways splashes
braving the harsh seas
along the way
to my North star
i slip still
but learn to hold handles
The struggle of life. No matter what harsh waves life has to offer, leaving us confused, lost, fumbling around like drunkards, we still need to push forward and do the best we can to live. Mistakes may be made along the way but we can learn from them.
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