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My Little Ferry

The poem "My Little Ferry" was created by me about 2 years back. It depicts the mindset of a man who is lost in his journey but still remembers the goal he had set out to achieve in the end. This is the story of how he fights himself from within.


"MY LITTLE FERRY"


This darkness I feel around me everywhere
Like curtains I remove it, layer by layer
And though it grows thinner, bit by bit
There seems no end that I can find to it

I’ve been running,
Been a long time since
I stopped, took a look around
What have I lost, what have I found

Where do I go, nothing’s clear
Fed up with this constant fear
So lost, I don’t know what to say
Alone with myself, here I lay

These paths I take
What sense they make
What is true and what is wrong
It’s too hard to stay so strong

But I know I have to carry on
Taking strides, singing my own song
Take it all to an end, merry
But the coast is far, oh little ferry


Something’s missing, I don’t understand
It doesn’t feel right, from where I stand
Like a road, waiting for a bend
Like a story, waiting for its end

Don’t tell me it was all a dream
That life is nothing like it has been
‘Cause I love my life just the way it is
‘Cause it is mine, not her, nor his

These waves that come by
So mighty, they climb so high
But I hold my ship steady
And tell them I’m ready

And what’s a ride, without a few bumps
I adjust my stride and take my jumps
Let it come, don’t stop at all
I grab my chance and answer my call

And I will stay strong and carry on
Taking strides, singing my own song
Make it a life to cherish, so merry
A long way to go, my little ferry.

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