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A ship is always safe at shore--
but that is not what it's built for.
ALBERT EINSTEIN
Tossing and turning me to sleep,
My ship is anchored
At the dock
I am nestled into a familiar safety
The same pelicans pass above me
Every day
Callused old fishermen ask why
I never leave the dock
Fear's harsh command holds me hostage:
Never leave the dock.
The girl who bought this boat
Bled with wanderlust
That could never be satisfied.
And again, fear grips me:
That could never be satisfied.
The child who drew this ship
On the blank backs of her homework
Ached for the day
She'd see a whale no one else had.
Hope stirred her:
She'd see a whale no one else had.
Her faith in fairies, fables, and family
Blinded her from serpents, sinners, and sharks
So I lay here, waiting
Waiting
For a fisherman
To cut the rope
That keeps me grounded
To shatter the chain
That steadies my ship at the shore
To thrust my vessel into stormy seas
Because then I might feel something again.
A drowning death would hurt, I'm sure
But it would kill me slower to stay on the shore
So I silently beg you
Don't obey my fearful phrases
Don't believe my lying lips--
Cut my grounding
Uproot my anchor
Free me to the r e s t l e s s s e a .