Perception (1) Poem by Anonymous Rose

The only medium to travel,
The long journey of frazzle.

To reach the finish line.
In a deep solution of brine.

Passengers of every class,
In a venture to surpass.

Canoes, ships adrifting on Sea.
Warring the storms, or enjoying the glee.

Immersed in trivia, irrespective of objective.
'To reach the Finish line' with your assent selective.

There's no alternative to abstain the Sea.
To reach the destination, medium-free.

Eventually, these all have a dreadful drown.
Amidst of their journey, lose their crown.