The Sailor

The sailor rows his boat
Across the vicious ocean
Up and above the massive waves
That try to engulf his fragile existence
Down and below the pouring rain
That tries to wipe out his signature

Yet the power lies within his mind
As every night he dreams the same dream
That he reaches land
The firm, exotic shore
And he graces its presence by grasping the sand
With his work-stained hands
Letting it fall loosely back to earth
As the wind riddles it and tenderly calms his anxious soul
As if to say "welcome home"

However... a simple pinch knocks him back to reality
And he awakens to find himself back in his small boat
Struggling against the waves
Struggling against the rain
And he falls back into his existence
Wondering if all people dream that same dream
Because it seems to be the only one that he knows
And that comes and visits him
Lures him into an utopian realm
Then when he is inches away from tasting paradise
It tears itself
And throws him back
Way back
To himself

And he carries on
Hoping someday that dream will manifest itself
It will drop down from the heavens
And let die its silly ways and trickery
But 'till that day comes
The sailor rows his boat ...