Sail

Let us sail. Off with our boat and two thick oars, off away from the plain and overused shores. Let us paddle till our arms tire, and enjoy as our laughter gets higher and higher. Let us never worry of the time passing by, unconcerned of the troubles of our hardly-known brothers. Let us panic during times of trouble, as the waves and foam of the rivers and lakes, beat against our boat, feeling a tremor and a quake. Let us sometimes feel claustrophobic and scream “Overboard!”, abhorring the very thing that protects us from the rocky bottom of the ford. But let us not ever cease traveling, ever let the stream take us. For despite the journey, the fog that may lay over the water, we must never forget that land is everywhere, and we shall eventually find our Lauder. So let us sail. Off with our boat and two thick oars, off away from the plain and overused shores. To a place we've never been, and never be afraid to sail again.