Cast off
The dependable shores
Sails full of wind
Stores brimming, burdened
Take heart
Captain and first mate
These waters are calm
Painted dark by your own bilge
Drop anchor
Steering clear of land
Eschew taking stock
Your course needs no reason
Fret not
Though the world continues
Sheer force of will moors you
To wallow as you wish
Of stubbornness and being stubborn.