Nigh rudderless like trains on rail,
O walk not ways world may avail,
Set caution to wind snapping sail,
Pave your own path never to trail—
It's the only way not to derail.
And should ye want no'ne you to tail,
Set sail to your own heedless sail—
Hell, high tide, hurricane or gale.
This way you might still fail,
And still, none that tries fail.
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Musings | 04.12.07 |
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