Unto this world we are born, as but fools;
Knowing no limit, nor extent of bounds.
Tender minds yet raw, as uncut jewels;
Strewn from without, by seeds in fallow grounds.
Through our keeper’s longing, to draw us close;
Their recounted stories, from lands afar.
Instilled with yearning, to seek out their ghosts;
Our dreams ride atop, a tall ship’s spar.
Ready to flower. from buds frost encased;
Shackled by time, from a place yet agreed.
Pondering what, of our life’s tonic laced;
Struggled restraint, of our spirits yet freed.
Seeking answers, from our journeys’ portends;
Beckon unknown wonders, beyond lands’ ends.