“The whimsy of early middle age.”

What I learn, is what I gain,
because I see years ahead,
and years all gone.

In casual victories,
I tighten my reigns
on my life’s core

so it shall last-
on the rough roads ahead
and the unbalanced waves.

Sojourning upward,
the only direction for freedom
the welcoming stations around,
and sharpened careers found.

No more surplus seconds.
Time to set sail once
and set sail far and fair,
before storms can shake the sky.