You’d think, after all that time spent just dreaming about it…
You’d think, after all that courage that it took to gather for it…
You’d think that once my ship was ready to sail away, that I’d be cutting through the waves, like the favorite of the race.
Filled with the joy to admire the sea at every sunrise and every sunset.
But after building my ship all alone, in the backyard of my head, I didn’t think I’d still have to blow into my own sail.
It also takes some doing to get the wind to be on your side, to have the wind in your sails.
Some clever manipulation. Some ingenious strategy. An adapted itinerary.
Seems like I can’t read the map. Like I can’t find out how to get where I want to.
Tired. Need someone to blow me offshore.