The Quay

A Poem

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Wherever the destination, there is no set course
Wherever the light guides you, hidden is the source
Whatever is lost, show no remorse

Wherever you are, and wherever you will be
Imagine yourself, on the edge of the quay
Moonlight shining down, picking what you can see

Perhaps things will be better if the past was alive
Or things would be better if the dead were revived
But whatever is lost, you must keep the strive

With hopes and desires that are irresistible
With time and resources all so available
You can begin to dream how you're fully capable

© J.J. Tung