Lucidity of the Sea

Waves crash against the bed of gloomy hue.
And I wonder if I should sail away
As I stand tall watching the spates of blue
Or stand still on the soft tanned sand and stay
But which way is better, I can not say.

If I chose to ride the wobbly brown boat
Will I survive Poseidon’s mighty sea?
As I travel its length of sparkling coat
I wonder and ponder, what will it be?
For the sea, it’s too big for you and me

If I chose to stay on the shore so rich,
What will my dainty fingers feel and touch?
Will I ever learn, to you I beseech,
Such wisdom and knowledge as great as such?
In all my young, raw flesh, I ask, how much?

There I stood with my chin up to the sky
For I’ve passed the roaring waves of the night
And through the rough stones I thrived as I try.
With blood and tears, I behold such lovely sight –
Me, free as a bird, captain of my life.

But all these are lost if I chose to stay
Be cared for, on the sand so soft and safe.
Thus, waves crash against the bed of blue paint
On the spates, I grasped now, I’m truly chafed
But which way is better, I can now say.