Moving On
Sometimes I wish I could forsake
This settled existence on the shore
And just be a voyager.
To set sail with no destination in mind
But to follow the urgings of the wind
Wheresoever it may lead.
If hopeless of ever finding land we come
To a pleasant island where the billows break,
On beaches of golden sand.
A land rich with fruits and blossom
Abundant and secure.
I would not think of settling down to stay
In that pleasant haven.
No I would turn away
From the golden beaches and the verdant shore
To seek out new land,
New horizon to explore.
Even when the dark night betrays
No promise of the coming dawn.
I would put my faith in moving on.
