I sit here contemplating life,
And all the things that be.
And wonder where my place lies,
Within the stormy sea.
I could be the galing winds,
That cause the waves to break.
Or maybe I’m tectonic plates,
That cause the earth to shake.
I could be the blinding dark,
That takes away one’s sight.
Or I could be the lightning,
And the thunder in the night.
I could be the sailor,
That guides the vessel thru.
Or I could be the compass,
That keeps the focus true.
I could be an oarsman,
That toils and labors there.
Or the captain of the ship,
If I so ever dare.
Of these none were my destiny,
A greater calling must I face.
And that’s to be the anchor,
That holds The Ship in place.
