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the sailing boats sit by the shore, anchored there, they stay a while. hours, days, or weeks ahead, they'll sail soon, not fore'er idle. the sailing boats sit for a time until the drivers ready let them go. they'll go and go for miles and weeks until needed rest they show. the sailing boats do stay at shore but always find freedom to flee. am i like the sailing boats, or shall i ne'er sail off free? shall i be docked for always at the bay of broken dreams? my anchor's touched the ocean floor, i'm stuck on shore, it seems. the freedom to flee is no freedom of mine - of the sailing type i'm not. i am a docked boat, ever stalled, i don't sail with the fleeing lot. but even the docked boats eventually sail. my waiting time is at an end. i want to go and go for miles and years and, until i'm done, not dock again. the sailing boats will stay at sea for they've the freedom to go. i am like the docked boats sailing, and much sailing i've got to do.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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