There can be no shortcuts
If the way is straight
Only places you stop
To sit down and wait
Till you’re strong enough
To go on
Archives for March 31, 2020
Afloat
Life’s ever a sea
Of uncertainty
And it’s waters seem calm
Over cups of tea
But then the winds blow
And soon the waves grow
Till the flotsam of plans
Is what’s left to see
Leave the sea do it’s bidding
Come, my soul, to your raft
Of uncertainty
And it’s waters seem calm
Over cups of tea
But then the winds blow
And soon the waves grow
Till the flotsam of plans
Is what’s left to see
Leave the sea do it’s bidding
Come, my soul, to your raft