I am a boat <br />tethered to shore, <br />chained to the solid land. <br /> <br />I long to journey <br />out to sea, <br />as far as the waves will roll, <br />to islands and fawaway places, <br />as far as they'll carry me, <br /> <br />and only my Captain <br />reins me in, <br />chained by will to the land, <br />for I feel the rising swell of the waves, <br />and my blood calls to hourney far, <br />yes, the swell of my blood answers back. <br /> <br />But is it your Captain, or only fear, <br />a voice in a whisper asks? <br />And I stop in my thoughts, <br />and I have to admit <br />I really do not know, <br />I really do not know.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wanderlove/
