I failed to hear the hours tick away
Every moment melted into the next
And I stand aground another day
Searching for clues I feel so vexed
Swinging and untethered in the wind
Directionless bounced by the gale
Fragmented messages to comprehend
Eye to eye with a bemused whale
The sea always knows the way
Bet on her whatever the odds
It may roar but flows like a ballet
She’s a whirlwind, sent by the gods
A life follows an indirect quest
Until now, the path just more paces
With every stride, warm blessed
Her hands tying together the traces
Ticket 2 Ride 
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