Day breaks the dew on the East horizon
Wash'd o'er the tufts of new hair on your head
Reaching for the sun as a gold crayon
O simple things dreamt whilst lying in bed
Hitting the road makes your father's pride swell
Along with the fear of highwaymen's snares
Race for the blue sea and draw from they well
Of all thou loves' hopes you capture your cares
Peace shall you find when at last you touch home
No need to speak when you pass through the gate
The table set, feel chill melt from thy bone
O then shall you eat, 'til ye become sate
So ride on, sweet prince, t'ward the ocean's roar
And rest eterne on His bright Western shore
You can’t let life happen to you; nor can you plan your own life. Just listen and observe to what the world puts in front of you, and respond accordingly.
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