I am not a man of fate,
Let the stormy seas move in a rhyme,
Seek my fortune in the deeps
Food for thought and pearls of life.
The horizons never change,
The waves are moving in unseen lines,
Sun or rain keep sailing on,
Feel elated the world is mine.
Life is swaying to unseen winds,
The thought so cold-feeling,
As the splashing chills the ears,
We sense the song - hearing,
When the memories grace the minds,
We relive the past - seeing.
We part the waves with silent dives,
Win our fortune - seeking.

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