Let the anchor drop
I will stay rooted to this murky water
until the tide comes in, a forceful fury
and washes me away with the ocean
I will ride the currents to distant lands
and live by the sun and stars,
with the moon as my compass
I will wax and wane with it
ebbing and flowing, in constant creation
like that current that swept me from shore
I will live my adventure, by hell and high water
and I will follow those stars, wherever they lead
But the book must close, the adventure end
and I will return to that anchor and murky water
and live a mediocre life far from ocean's reach
in a mediocre town; country; continent; earth
until my great journey fades, hazy and distant
tucked away under cluttered memory, remaining,
like a dream I once had,
one where I didn't fear the sea.