Slow Sailing

“The sails are hoisted, let’s set sail, to the promised land” Gun Roswell

Slow Sailing

Down the lake side
In the great open wide
It’s only slow sailing
Without too much of failing
As the window comfortably blows
The sun sometimes up shows
This is the calming life
After the weekly strife

Just a small dingy with a sail
Me, myself and I, never flail
The perfect moment just here
In this place, on this small sphere
Almost alone in the world
But somehow not, awaiting to be hurled
Into the crowded spaces
As soon as this trio is ending
But that is just fine with me
As I got this moment to spend with just me

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