You have been sailing for long, and the coast is now near,
You were headed somewhere else - you need to rest my dear.
Would you still turn around, towards your true North Star,
And start again on a voyage, to the one calling from afar?
The island offers respite, maybe that's your destiny,
One can always twist the facts- go have a celebration mini.
But would you be able to sleep at night, peaceful and serene,
Knowing it wasn't your calling, someplace else you could've been?
Is it too late and risky, to start afresh?
Is abandoning the coast, a decision rash?
Isn't a bird in hand, better than two in the bush?
Can you set sail again, when shove comes to push?
I've been lost at sea for years, I'm finally ready to anchor and dock,
But how can I make the wrong landing, won't my true destination mock?
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