Dream to sail the world, yet you remain moored here.
Dry-docked fearful life, when ocean beckons near.
Hate the corporate piracy of ruthless deals,
Rudder unresponsive; your hand at the wheel?
Mythic monsters lurk, the rising Kraken’s beak;
Even raiders must bend to the wind or break.
You’ve heard the Siren’s call, do you stand or kneel;
Time to shrug away from land and flex your keel.
No map or compass, the sun and stars will guide;
Your options as endless as the oceans wide
Find the ancient winds, my love, master your ship
Leave sargasso seas behind, give fate the slip.
Erik Kaisson, 2017