Passion and Pride

I feel somewhere I lost my passion,
That something inside was gone.
I seemed to lose gusto and drive,
But instead just plodded on.

I'm not sure when this happened,
Or even how it came to be.
But somewhere along the line of life,
I simply stopped just feeling free.

No longer lost in nature as I once was,
I stopped paddling upon the sea.
I slipped into monotony and the mundane,
Forgot the fibre that is me.

And yet of late I've found a spark,
Though! at the start of this some may gloat.
I don't care about the word police's view,
Because I'm building my own boat.

You see sometimes words twist and turn,
And they just won't do what you desire.
So I'll write this in the way that many know,
While others burn their's on a fire.

I do find that I procrastinate some what,
So it's time to voice my plans.
I'm not a boat builder or engineer.
Just a pretty stupid man.

I've studied plans and measured lots,
I've cut masses of wood into bits.
It's ready to put together again,
And I'm praying it all fits.

The challenge is both exiting and daunting,
And there is so so much I need to do.
But perhaps in this undertaking,
I may find what does elude.

I'm gonna make her really fast and pretty.
Once complete I hope that I can boast.
But the simple truth of the matter is!

I just hope she bloody floats!