No coherent thought - A Poetic Practice

Fresh off the boat
Standing still but afloat
Winds bring in the tide
Of this vast open wide
Where empty streets bustle
Silence cuts weed thistle
Sheer will bring change
To temper any kind of rage
Only a gentle soul comprehends
The spretzzura of action ends
Where to search where it begins
Thrown out like rubbish on bins
But who am I kidding
Hard trying in hiding
Keeping them all in check
Like a swarm of ants on deck
Consistent in dogged march
Triumphed with an arch
Gathering and mustering
Strength unbound not faltering
Uninspired but far from expired
Even through exhaustion one's tired
Cohesive mind all mired