Brink of a Revolution

Here, on the brink of a revolution

Standing alone, staring upon crossroads

Wondering what is my contribution

Seeing visions; trying to break their codes

Reevaluating what is the norm

Look to your elders, observing their path 

Navigating the impending storm

Forestall her winds by observing her wrath 

Clear skies and sunsets on the horizon

Take hold of your life; set course for your goals 

To catch those winds one must set their mizzen

A keen eye toward obstacles and shoals

If a path is lain, let kismet find me

Give me the strength to navigate my sea  

Stephen Alexander Kellogg

Robt. L Stevenson

"Sailing the sea was stupefying to the mind and poisonous to the temper; the sea, the motions, the lack of space, the cruel publicity, the villainous tinned food, the sailors, the captain, the passengers -- but you are amply repaid when you sight an island, and drop anchor in a new world."

Robt. Louis Stevenson, aboard S/V Casco 1888

In a letter to a friend

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