As the wind kept blowing,
and seasons change,
I found a que of people,
All perfectly arranged,
They faced a ticket booth,
Painted navy blue,
It had the picture perfect look,
This was all I knew,
Why I was there,
I didn't know,
But I stood in line,
and time went by,
I reached the counter,
Read all the ads,
I thought to myself,
There's a chance,
I paid my fare,
A ticket in hand,
Walked to the pier,
Gazed at the sand,
And now I wait,
For my ship to depart,
Leaving this journey,
Which I traversed in my heart,
Leaving for something new,
Adventures await,
I looked to the sky,
and this was my silent prayer,
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