Where has life gone of to,
to have left me here alone?
Why has spirit and passion
passed me by unknown?
Where is meaning? Where's adventure?
Where is destiny?
These things are non-existent in my
life because, you see,
God offered me freedom,
but the risk turned me away.
The battlefield summoned me,
but I was dreadfully afraid.
The beauty needed rescuing,
but I shrank back filled with doubt.
Ambition knocked at my door,
but I sought a different route.
My boat stayed tied down, too afraid
to face the wild sea.
Too scared to chance the dangers
for a moment, to be free.
I live instead by my watch, my planners,
my caution, my chains.
This is the reason for my suffocation,
the reason for my pain.
This is why I'm restlessly
tortured by vague desire;
A boat longing for the sea, yet
afraid to be a trier.
I now see my life's meaning
is found by an open sail,
Lifted to catch the wind whichever
way may blow the gales.
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