The Inner Sky

In the boat, we row,
Down the stream, we go,
A journey through the night,
A struggle in the light.

The water’s cold, the current’s strong,
A battle we must face, along,
A darkness in the dream,
A shadow in the stream.

In the boat, we find our place,
A refuge from the chase,
An emblem of our tenacity,
In the face of all adversity.

So row, row, row the boat,
Through the stream, we float,
A haven in the storm,
A dream, a different norm.

Originally published on Medium