Harbour

“It’s calm today, in the summer day” Gun Roswell

Harbour

A slow boat awaits me, finally setting me free
Boarding, without a haze, as at the quiet waters, I gaze
Destination, unknown, as from this place, I have overgrown
Walking to my seat, looking forward to the breeze
As the sails are hoisted, I am second guessing my choices
Alas, they soon fade, as I settle in to the laze
Of becoming the passenger, on this journey ahead
Eyes wide open, I stare at the great ocean
Not knowing, is the hardest part, but if I play it smart
What ever the future, I think I can make without any sutures
Face in a smile, shedding the vile, yes, it has been a while
I am finally feeling, happy