Although a storm was stirring. 
A sailed towards a dream, a land of possobility.
But the storm hit hard and the waves were raging,
water splashing into my small canoe,
my ship, that I was trying to sail. 
I could see my dream,
A speck of land in the distance,
but could I reach it, no to close but yet too far.
To much water in my boat starting to sink and I sank.
Far below the water. But I swam. 
Towards that little speck of light in the distance,
to close but yet to far. But I got there, back to the top.
I could see the land in the distance,
to close but yet to far.