s h o r e

We read
We learn
We ideate
We advise,

Till the contemplations
become more definitive
structures of amalgamated
experience and logical mind,

Armed we knock
on destiny’s door,
claiming a future
that can now be prophesied,

And Destiny smiles
a Titanic smile,
…they still know not
the rules of this game,

Sometimes,
the big ship will
still have to sink,
for its the little boats turn
to make it to shore.

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02Feb17