The Destination Is Up to You


A square-rigged sail
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The sails of
his ship were made

From butterfly wings,

He conquered
the imaginations,

Of poets and
kings,

He shared
his adventures

About lands
far away,

Then he caught a passing breeze,

And floated to
a secret bay,

My small universe
expanded,

A trickle
became a flood,

The stories
he told,

Now run in
my blood,

I’ve set my
course to reach,

Just one
distant star,

And fill my
notes with memories,

Of things as
they are,

When I
return to this earth,

My travels I
will share,

You may
choose to soar with me,

If you take
the dare,

Somewhere
there is a forgotten land,

I’ll need to
take a look,

And you with
your writer’s eye,

Can describe
it in a book,

For not all
get the chance,

To see all
that we shall see,

If you write
with words that live,

Those worlds
will become reality,

Take the
helm of this ancient ship,

And let your
imagination play,

If I had
clung to this earth,

I wouldn’t
be here today,

These sails
are woven,

From butterfly wings,

And covered
with stories,

From poets
and kings,

I’ve sailed the
oceans blue,

There’s
nothing this ship can’t do,

Just steer
for a distant star,

The
destination is up to you.

 

 

 

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