Riding the seas, shore at my back
Salt washing my sun-splashed face
Tailwind and a full smokestack
Disappearing without a trace
That notion swims in my thoughts
Of tranquil nights at an offbeat resort
A forceful pace pushing thirty knots
Surfacing quietly at a distant port
The new day launches my first day
This harbor is the sojourn’s end
Retired from the endless pathway
Traveling finis, ready to transcend
Seek your purpose, go explore
Dropping anchor, all ashore
Ticket 2 Ride 
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