I let a ship to sail
through the ocean of my thoughts.
It was a difficult trail
dilemma of fews and lots.

The ship went unsteadily
bobbing up and down.
For thoughts were carefree
no bondage around.

It searched for a place to rest
to drop its anchor,
And find a precious chest
With gems of dreams and care.

But the ocean was rough
As if filled with rage.
It meant to engulf
and follow its own ways.

Still went the ship struggling
with a light of hope.
For God is there dealing
and holding tight ,the rope.

Thoughts will calm down some day
giving way to the ship.
The ocean will become gay
And worth will be the trip.