The moving of the boat.

Why move the boat, it's been stationary for such a long time. 

Grew into my the garden a part of mine. 

Am I moving into calm or choppy water, am I lamb to the slaughter. 

Or is it adjustment that I'm scared of.

Built myself a living here. 

Became who I belong and believe. 

In this new small space, where will I find reprieve or representation. 

Am I welcome or in the way.

Frustrating it  is, how it can all  turn on the wayside. 

The boats gone back to it's owner, and I strongly struggle with what that coincides with, as he has  hit his head, waisted, sister in law said. 

Spun out ***and an egg from the door frame. 

Brain's going to fail. 

Time to set sail. 
The boats there now from fathers will. 
I hope you know that he was an excellent captain, so I have no doubt , if any soul can ferry you into the obis to get to the point, he can. 

So solute dear brother, my hats off to you. 

Up shits creek without a paddle was your life. 

I hope there's no more sorrow in the afterlife, no strife, and you finally hear Pedro cry.