A ship tossed under a violent storm is thought romantic, as blood is warm- but waves are worse on the little lake, and take an often darker form.
Here there is no triumphant splash, or chance to choose to fight or dash- there is no dawn on which to make a promise that you will not crash.
Dawn will come, but it's only dawn, and when it arrives, it's glory is gone. There's no reward, for none's at stake; no luck, for lots were never drawn.
So set your sails, and sail free, and do not lament so readily the life you're destined to forsake- for you may get to see the sea, and that's worth every wave you take.