Arts
Waves against the windWe are waves against the windAnd have two ways to reach the shoreBy keeping low we hide behindThe crashing waves that lead the blindBut those who dare to rise and fightAnd lead the charge in selfless flightCan bear their chests against the stormTheir silver manes give god-like formThey shout and roar their battle cryWhilst lifting up their pennants highOf danger they need take no heedAnd live their lives at reckless speedOn reaching shallows stand their heightBefore they drop their heads mid-flightAnd crash and die and live no moreAmidst those of us who slide ashore.