Sailing through my time,
a squall of Karma floods the docks.
History clouds over my sails and leaves me suddenly discontent with myself.
My strength guides me and I seek out the stars that stud the midnight and gray skies.
It’s these times when my smile is too wide,
that’s when reality smacks me awake out of the daydream of my happiness and comfort.
I’m left without a lifeboat and oars, but the winds of my small mistakes and thoughtlessness blow hard and bite.
I stand firm at my place at the helm with my vision far reaching,
navigating to another blissful port.