As I gaze across Champlain Lake
Toward the mountains in the west
I contemplate what does await
And wonder what is next
The paths ahead are untold
So many ways to cross
And as my future does unfold
Hope I not to be lost
Bust lost, alas, what does it mean?
How could it be in water?
There is no lost, just open sea
Free and open for to wander
And wander I will, as days go by
‘Till I reach my destination
Though destination, have not I
Just a hope, a dream...aspiration
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