00.00.00 The sun had barely risen in the early morning sky As I left my apartment to greet a silent city I wore my black running shorts, and sweat-stained old tee; ready to fly On the curb outside near my home, I stretched,...

A raging tempest creates turmoil For the sailors asea Raging waters, a cruel foil For the sailors who seek A land of prosperity, Of infinite possibilities  But as the waves crash And the salty sprays splash, Their hopes grow dimmer As the creaks of the ship’s timbers Grow louder...