I am a sailor in pages.
The words becomes vast seas and oceans
To which I sail away.
I live in the breeze that blows,
And in the wave that flows.
I seek wisdom for treasures,
And love as my destination.
I have no form to be seen in.
I am the bird that flies across,
The fish that swims away.
I am the wind caressing all,
Then again, I am the sailor set to sail
With all hands on deck and no fixed aim.
Adventurous though the heart is,
The mind sometimes worries.
"Will it all be in vain ?"
"Will I ever find the treasures,
Or reach my destination ?"
Will I be telling stories to the deaf ?
Or showing colours to the blind ?
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 3:06 AM UTC
I am a sailor in pages.
The words becomes vast seas and oceans
To which I sail away.
I live in the breeze that blows,
And in the wave that flows.
I seek wisdom for treasures,
And love as my destination.
I have no form to be seen in.
I am the bird that flies across,
The fish that swims away.
I am the wind caressing all,
Then again, I am the sailor set to sail
With all hands on deck and no fixed aim.
Adventurous though the heart is,
The mind sometimes worries.
"Will it all be in vain ?"
"Will I ever find the treasures,
Or reach my destination ?"
Will I be telling stories to the deaf ?
Or showing colours to the blind ?