The Sailboat


Did my feet bring me there,

OR 

my ambition to be somewhere?

AND

is that somewhere really

what I ever wished for surely?

MAYBE. 

However, 

is a small sailboat 

in the mercy of the sea breeze

really able to resist the waves?

Even if it's not,

eventually, 

couldn't it enjoy

the journey only?

BUT 

should it?

WHY NOT?

Wasn't it designed 

to explore the uncharted seas?




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