Setting Sail On Relation Ship
Though my landlubber legs quiver at the thought
I wish to set sail on the wild winds of Relation Ship.
This mime's gotta speak, this statue has to stretch.
The Water of Life has yet to reach these dry cracked lips.
This charade has to stop, life beckons at the top
of everything I wrote about... it stands in wait for my flag.
The storms are sure to come, along with boiling sun.
It seems we're always playing that endless game of freeze tag.
Frozen stiff waiting for someones touch to set you free
from a most awkward position... to break the cycle of monotony.
The wild winds of Relation Ship sure do beckon.
They'll come whether or not I step aboard, I reckon.
I wish to lay haggard in sweat and filth
from the days crazy obstacles. To say, "I made it through".
Tossing and turning on redwood planks,
without fear of smirks and ridicule.
To gaze at the vast array of stars
with pure unadulterated delight.
After a hard day of breaking ground with this Relation Ship
I believe I earned the right to say,
"Damn, what a sight!".
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