letting go of the reins
This world is yours,
It’s no longer just bathed in the salty rain.
You journey far to the sun and beyond.
I agonize here in regrettable pain.
I wish the best of luck to you and yours,
I beg you ignore the winds and lust.
I see your skin as shiny and new.
My skin fades to ashes and dust.
Try not to make every mistake I made.
Make a novel few regrets of your own.
Then, when it’s your turn to surrender the reins,
Pray only your good seeds have sown.