The man in a
hurry
Afraid he will
miss his boat
Dock at the pier
in the moonlight
He has his fear
The day of the
shadows
The night of
twilight rays
Raining it on
the water
The boat of
power anchors
Swaying with the
waves
As the night
breezes speak
Along the air
waves
The whirring of
power games
One late move,
he may lose
The boat may
lose anchor
The wind will
sail her away
Leaving the man
holding his dream
The man in a
hurry
The curry hot in
the pot
Now the mix of
ingredients
He doesn’t want
to miss the plot
But he still
dreams of the boat
Anchor at the
pier waiting for him
Swaying with the
waves calling his name
One late move,
he may lose
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