I am not one to brave the shore
And yet I cannot account for my stay
So many stable grounds to live on
And yet I love the ocean's sway.
The lack of grip upon my road
Ensures no traveler will sail the same
A wayfarer's lot was mine to gain
And I threw it away for a landlubber.
But there's something to be said for land
For the sea, she can't be tamed.
So I might ride horses over grassy fields
A fair trade for the return of Poseidon's reigns.
Forgive an old salt who's spent too much time away
I wake to rise and shout and quarrel
But where as once eternity was a slew of tomorrow's
I think I've taken to land and enjoy the today's.
When I was a young man, then perhaps
The violence of unpredictability and no shame
But I'm a man now, it's time to give up
The surf of youth and the uncertainty of waves.