Sometimes I get bored,
And wish I could escape,
From where I’m moored.
To trade the daily slog and heartbreak,
For a life of wind and sails.
Who needs stability and land,
When you have the sea’s gales?
If only I could offhand destiny,
To mother nature’s hands.
To sign up and join a crew,
Of fellow wayward souls,
To set out searching the blue,
For something we can’t quite name:
Our yet undiscovered goals.
Self becomes nought when facing,
An onslaught, of never-ending currents.
Pressure, stress and bills that are chasing,
The uncertain sea itself begins erasing.
To free yourself from context.
To not have a beginning or an end,
And instead, be continually in motion,
Each crest and fall new as it upends,
Yet as ancient as the rest of the ocean.
If only I could escape into shades,
Of aquamarine, turquoise and azure.
Cool crystalline waves that cascade,
In sparkles of liquid light on the shore.
So, content and carefree in mere moments,
Creating beauty and allure,
Until they are no more.
To be free of knowledge and constraint,
To live life in blissful ignorance,
A life without restraint,
As we indulge in the sea breeze.
But I am stuck, marooned.
Feet buried in the sand,
No tide to give cool relief.
I remain tied to the land,
By my own self-sabotage,
Escape remains a mirage.
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 11:02 AM UTC
Sometimes I get bored,
And wish I could escape,
From where I’m moored.
To trade the daily slog and heartbreak,
For a life of wind and sails.
Who needs stability and land,
When you have the sea’s gales?
If only I could offhand destiny,
To mother nature’s hands.
To sign up and join a crew,
Of fellow wayward souls,
To set out searching the blue,
For something we can’t quite name:
Our yet undiscovered goals.
Self becomes nought when facing,
An onslaught, of never-ending currents.
Pressure, stress and bills that are chasing,
The uncertain sea itself begins erasing.
To free yourself from context.
To not have a beginning or an end,
And instead, be continually in motion,
Each crest and fall new as it upends,
Yet as ancient as the rest of the ocean.
If only I could escape into shades,
Of aquamarine, turquoise and azure.
Cool crystalline waves that cascade,
In sparkles of liquid light on the shore.
So, content and carefree in mere moments,
Creating beauty and allure,
Until they are no more.
To be free of knowledge and constraint,
To live life in blissful ignorance,
A life without restraint,
As we indulge in the sea breeze.
But I am stuck, marooned.
Feet buried in the sand,
No tide to give cool relief.
I remain tied to the land,
By my own self-sabotage,
Escape remains a mirage.