There are no steel and stone harbours for his open boat
In stormy cutting tides, he manages to stay afloat
His portholes glance steadily with no ifs and buts
Grit and determination at the helm in his stern’s guts
The waves of time only stoke his visceral speed
Every day is the last day for his every deed
His proud mast can be glimpsed even from the sky
His utility cover hides no scepticism, he dares to die
Blood, sweat and tears in his toast of coke and rum
But there’s always freshness like a breath of chewing gum
Warnings are a mere token to a wind that is outspoken
His mettle is unbroken metal, where no fears are awoken
He ferries through worries and unchartered territories
Throws care to the breeze; his mission is his life’s lease
And in the chaos of recklessness is purpose defined
In the entrails of courage has the future divined
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This reminds me of your journey Bro. So beautiful. Every time I read your pieces , I feel like I cannot come up with better/ different words to say how good pieces are . Too good . you are a genius
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