And you sailed through it
You keep on chasing that stone,
To get to mark which you'll get to own.
Funnel all the strength with grit,
To bag the means to bridge.
In the twig of hope to be opportune,
Sweep panacea making enigma swoon.
And there you are with all under saddle,
Marooned feeling the bridge's still a fable.
You flout the prize and deafen self with cries,
Crop the dynamo: you hurl self-believed lies.
Unable to realize: the path is the prize,
Anticipating the dice: for the luck's suffice.
On the canvas of your life,
Those colours brought through strife.
Enlightened your soul by bit,
And ignited your sprit.
You always think bereaft,
And YOU have sailed through it.
I know you won't believe it,
But YOU have sailed through it.