Washed ashore from a land afar
The drift and tide and wind in power.
Stuck ashore without a steer
Whose mercy awaits me here?
Gales or storms, drizzles or warmth
Surrendered to force, for better or for worse
All by chance, for all along
A wish, perhaps would change my luck
A wish to only think and steer,
To be the one to control life here.
Pic Courtesy: http://www.mcfadyen.org/