Some days I wonder,
What it would be like,
To sail away.
We all wish to be others,
On some given day.
But no one,
Talks about sailboats.
No one talks about,
What it is like anymore,
To have the breeze in our hair,
To smell the salty wind,
And to hear the seagull's cries,
As they protect their nests and young.
They talk about big metal birds,
Soaring in the sky,
Unaware of what it below.
Most people now don't know what it is like,
To look over the edge,
Of a fast moving boat,
Sailing away from shores.
Some days I look out,
Over a sailboats edge,
And see who I want to be.

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