My boat is frail
       and small
       I've no ambition
       to circumvent the world

      only to the nearby shore
      to set up my home
      independently to live
      its wonders to comb

     to be far away from
     civilisation's harsh voice
     with nature to converse
     to gently find my joys

     to be myself and my own
     to graciously grow old and die
     with the winds on my hair and face
     beneath a blue benign sky