Life Is Like A Boat Poem by Tessa Marshall

Far away, I'm breathing
As if I were transparent
It would seem I was in the dark
But I was only blindfolded

I give a prayer
As I wait for the new day
Shining vividly up
To the edge of that sea

People's hearts change
And sneak away from them
The new cycle
Leads the boats again

And still the journey continues
On quiet days as well
The moon in its new cycle
Shines on the boats again

I give a prayer
As I wait for the new day
Shining vividly up
To the edge of that sea

We are rowing the boat of fate
But the waves keep attacking us
But isn't that still a wonderful journey?
Aren't any of them a wonder?