Life’s a journey,
Don’t imprison yourself in the rut.
How often do we complicate pleasure,
In the pursuit of pleasure.
The sky’s your limit,
Close your eyes and feel your heart.

Setting off to lands of kings and earls,
Waves uncurl, let the sails unfurl.
The port is near, the bells you hear,
A mile of warm sea scented beach,
A voyage’s almost done.

If I may say goodbye,
I shall say it with a thousand paper boats.
For each has a port-o-call, a destination,
And a poem I wrote.