Middle way forward, requires a boat, to cross the water.
Bridges to the left and right have traffic all sewn up.
Neither side is pleasing to me.
I will remain here, until I have a boat.
Then I will pay the boatman his fare, to cross over.
My boat will be called 'Poseidoness'
She will be the goddess of the watery wastes.
In her I will travel to the opposite shore.
There I will find my heart's desire.
Writing by Regina Stemberger