wind in your sails

the wind is in your sails

when young,

you hardly

need

to work at it, it all comes

naturally,

with ease.

you move fast

through the water,

you set your sights on

land,

your goals,

using the stars to guide you

along.

it's a mystical journey,

everything

and everywhere

still unknown,

and then suddenly

you're old.

the wind has died down,

so now you row,

two oars in the sea,

then one.