Every sailor's tale

Ahoy! Daring ship, welcome abode. Ah! Is that your parent? They can't tag along. This journey begins when you steer on your own. Thank them twice - for the ship and the safe little trip. But the cabin is yours. Rightfully! only yours. Hoist the sail and slip those moorings. Don’t wait for the stars - or some auspicious mornings. Lift-up your anchor and let the trip begin! Journey fills promising tales, so elegantly and long. Fleeting moments, you'd cherish or mourn. So listen my friend, I have a story to tell. But, NO! don't expect a comforting end. Seemingly silent facade of clouds Slowly it sails and latch-on your shrouds. Sometimes it rains, Sometimes, it storms. Maybe you gain or learn to be strong But complaining? My friend, it's silly and naïve. Now, pull up your sleeve and gather your team Clean up your deck, get back to steer. When the day is bright, harness its light. Store them in orbs and grab them tight. When the darkness grows; the night crawls in. You could plan a rest, or use the orbs to invest. Better relax your fist and sharpen your blades. Check your ropes or use the stars to sail. But, don't you dare- think it’s safe Pirates and sharks! Whirlpools and rocks! Huge-waves and what-not! 'cause if you didn't die - yet, in this field There is another day- waiting ahead. The truth my friend - is tomorrow exists. A continuing life –slick with twisted plots. A new day starts but no re-starts. No brand-new-ships, which can sail through fast. So fill in the pages and stack-up your dairies. 'cause life is a complex Fibonacci series Remember, Fate is a program -that builds on our past. And luck is a glitch -that's never gonna last. Now, play your cards right and seal the holes tight Every leak you miss, is a straight-ticket to abyss Once there was a ship, a mighty-mighty ship Which just hit an iceberg's tip. And in a dreading three hours -sinking trick, it made one-hell-of-a-huge history book. Let’s face it my friend, life isn't fair. Gives credit to none and takes no bribe. When you slip your toe, you may live - my mate. But, when you hit the rocks and not steer away? You are sure to drown in a regret’s pool Filled with tears Who didn't realise this soon. So, remember my friend! Fate is a program -that builds on our past. Present in the tool to show what you've got. Get down to work or sleep if you may… But when the deck is slippery or when your hull breaks apart… You can blame the gods. Or the weather, if you want. Bloody hell! Go on! Blame all-you-want But, You know what's true! Know what's true? It’s always on you. It’s ALWAYS on you! You are responsible; my dear, dear mate.