Always Right

This ship's off course

Been led astray

That pot of gold

So far away

Mistakes abound

I cannot breathe

For every blunder

I'm left to seethe

The tide is strong

I'm falling down

I've lost my way

I'll surely drown

All contact gone

I cringe and fight

I am all alone

without a light

This earthy goal

I strive to fill

I must push forward

with all my will

Away I drift

so far from home

into darkness

The ship will roam 

Perfect I must

for if I fail

I'm left to ponder 

that ship that sailed

Yet, sail it will

and sail it must

as the wind blows out

with a mighty gust

The hours fly

It's half passed three

This current pulls me

Out to sea

The time has come

To say goodbye

This fight is over

It's time to die

I stand up tall

I open wide

It's yours God now

At least I tried

A thump so loud

The ship is rocked

I look way down

The ship is docked

I've made it home

I'm here alive

That pot of gold

I have arrived

So what is failure?

If not a dream

Just a detour

of a different stream

Perhaps the same

for life itself

for every road

leads to Ourself

Little poem I wrote tonight about 'feeling off course' in life. You can never get it wrong as all paths lead home one way or another.