Perilous-spirited winds have challenged our sails; ambitions are at their peak.
The reformation of waves on the Bay’s surface compliment the day.
Somewhere in my thinking I, too often, settle on a calm, yet, unpredictable quest.
Am I engaged in this responsibility alone?
For this journey requires a constant standard of excellence as we progress from shore to shore.
Nowhere in this day of transformation does repetition cancel my dreams; for it is in this hope that I continue to aspire toward the changing current of my desire.
The strokes of my endeavor cannot falter due to the angry waves; for they too have their beginning – their employ – their toil.
Lest I’m tempted to retreat, let my advance be ongoing until perilous times become my ally.
Ever in my thinking I settle not!
Rather, I am one with the alpha winds through which I now return to my shore
And lower my sails to end another day’s journey.
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