Steering from the helm.
I could be shifted and overwhelmed,
From the position I firmly stir...
As navigator.
Accustomed to unpredictable winds,
Alerting me to obstacles and oppostion...
I may face in preparation to brace,
This 'ship' I command.
And stand I do in anticipation,
To embrace Sun.
Freed and released from any tension,
If and when it should come.
Equipped with this in full acknowledgement...
That 'anyone' steering from the helm,
Could be shifted and overwhelmed...
From the position stirred,
As navigator!
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