i am the captain of my ship
and i shall abide by the gaze of the north star and the whispers of the wind
gone forty thousand leagues, from the seventh seas to the nth
the unwavering tides would halt you, even the wind might daunt you
but the perils are inevitable, takes a lot of mettle to persist.
when you get there, when you prevail, it doesn't culminate the travail.
the journey just got better. for another one will commence.
who would say nay to the advances of the universe?
the alchemist once conspired with it, the synergy is compelling.
sahara may be vast and endless but the little prince endured it.
albeit seemingly guileless, yet intrepid.
wanderlust led him to wherever his heart desires.
he prevailed. they prevailed.
consumed by hope, mired by hops and hoops
you won't just stare at the labyrinth, you must get through it.
for life is a farce
the bitter the better. rest assured, no one will laugh at you.
they are just mere spectators.
when you prevail, they will exclaim your masterpiece.
the punchlines just got even better.
for when you stop, the world will stoop at you.
the joke is on you. and they will start laughing.
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