Flowing down the river of tempest and love,
Listening to the virtue of poetry in my ear.
What a year, lost in trials and tribulations,
Motivated to take on the whole nation.
Patience.
As I walk forward in this big world on my own,
I can’t act like a man that is not grown.
But still, I partake in acts and feel tremendous fear,
Only to drive onward and never shed a tear.
And still, I wonder.
Exactly where am I going, and what must I do?
Will this long path of mine lead back to you?
And what is it that you see?
Togetherness? Matrimony?
But I digress.
In this tempest of emotions, each day becomes just another moment of mine,
Where I live life and try hard to unwind.
But I seem never to do,
The path, indeed, must lead back to you in this tempest.
So, I pray.
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