sail the seven seas

FREE by Eugene O’Neill

Weary am I of the tumult, sick of the staring crowd,
Pining for wild sea places where the soul may think aloud.
Fled is the glamour of cities, dead as the ghost of a dream,
While I pine anew for the tint of blue on the breast of the old Gulf Stream.

I have had my dance with Folly, nor do I shirk the blame;
I have sipped the so-called Wine of Life and paid the price of shame;
But I know that I shall find surcease, the rest my spirit craves,
Where the rainbows play in the flying spray,
‘Mid the keen salt kiss of the waves.

Then it’s ho! for the plunging deck of a bark, the hoarse song of the crew,
With never a thought of those we left or what we are going to do;
Nor heed the old ship’s burning, but break the shackles of care
And at last be free, on the open sea, with the trade wind in our hair.

I was listening to a book on CD on the way to school today and sailing the seven seas was mentioned. My immediate thought was how dangerous that would be in this day and age. There are so many unsavory, dangerous characters lurking around some of the best boating waters on earth (which really sucks). Then I recalled taking a navigation course in 5th grade. The social studies teacher that taught it sailed all over the world using nothing more than a sextant. I can just picture him sailing the seven seas. Then I realized that I will never be able to have the adventures he had because it is a totally different world out there now (back then I think there were still a few countries that actually liked Americans). Anyway, I hope someday this craziness stops and the only dangerous elements out there are natural ones.

To date I have sailed exactly, none.

disappointing to say the least. Especially considering I live exactly one minute’s walking distance from the freaking Atlantic ocean.