The shores of comfort never move
Fate will never deny our desire or ambition
It's orchestration of natural tides will push
With a coercive force not to spite the core of our being
Or discomfort the exterior of our make up
Nor does it push with any intent to limit our liberty
But to merely steer us away from that hopeless state of mind
Which so easily finds it's way to dwell
Within our vulnerable souls.
