Full Speed Ahead

The world fuels my thoughts like warmth to a storm,
Mental overflow has just become the norm.
Only now have I bailed out my fleet,
Giving it buoyancy, enough to retreat.

But behind it was my enemy: fixation.
It stared us down, I threatened abdication.
Then, a revelation! I ordered "About face!
We are to march into the storm, post-haste!"

Fixation would not have my men this day,
For I have forbid myself to go astray.
Through the storm to the promised land we sail,
May our perseverance and valor always prevail!


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