Through the mist of life we travel with a boat that can barely float. Looking at the ships filled with riches from the pirates that plunder.
Going through the mist with storms and thunder, hoping that the little boat won't sink down under. But who cares if it sinks with no plunder.
Hope shines like a lighthouse far away from the shores of eternity, whilst sirens sing and guide little sailors to their own demise.
Destiny pushes the boats who row against the tides, the farther they row the more they see that the mist is created by none other than the ships themselves.
Goldie
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