The Boat Of Life

This boat is rowing

By itself

The oars

Are afar away;;

Unreachable

The waves;;

Sometimes calm

Sometimes high

Sometimes murky;; sinister

Sometimes crystal clear

The sun

Dutifully shines everyday

In the sky

The moon

Will come out

To flirt with

The stars

The wind

Is gentle and kind

But can be

Angry and rough

It would

Touch my skin

And whisper

In my ear

Sweep away

My fear

Everything

Is doing something

I was

Sitting inside the boat

The world

Is always

Moving;;

Changing;;

Doing something

I was
Sitting on the boat

Just waiting

It’s my job

But can I do it well?

I keep wondering

Am I the right person?

And asking myself

Can I do this

My whole life?