A ship adrift and lost
Is akin to a wandering mind,
It is too hard to find
Let alone anchor it at all cost,
A ship directed to a dock
Is what a focused mind is like,
Both the ship and the mind
Is in the hands of the steerer,
A storm can also play a hand,
Surmounting the distressed
State makes a thriving sailor.
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