waits for no one – it but exists
and that is enough.
I accept the challenge
though it grows everyday.
I raise the sails each morning
towards that great whale
not to hunt it down in vengeance
but to explore its yawning wake
until at last it turns on me
and speaks solemnly, “no more”
having grown too great a future
for my sails to endure.
another thoughtful poem, thank you for sharing
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