The funny thing about
boats is that they
either go where you
point them or they
go where they will
We all have a
boat
Some remain tightly moored
rarely if ever sailed
others set sail so
often that a harbor
is never seen safely
the sea is their
home
While others are building
theirs fashioning them out
of all brands of
silliness hoisting high their
sails of dreams and
rudders of haphazard desire
But you prefer to
remain dockside opting for
the land beneath feet
rather than sea legs
let others you cry
as ships set sail
have your adventures but
don’t come crawling back
when it doesn’t work
those
who do never do
really ever come back