I am leaving this harbour,
giving urban a farewell.
Its habitants seem too keen on God
I cannot stomach their rights and wrong.
I have lost my origin,
and I don’t want to find it again
Rather sailing into nature’s laws
and be held by ocean’s paws
peel off the layers until you get to the core.
Did i imagine it would be like this?
Was it something like this i wished for,
or will i want more?
Lust for comfort suffocates the soul
this relentless, restlessness
I feel at home whenever
the unknown surrounds me.
I receive its embrace
aboard my floating home.
Relentlessy craving wanderlust.
Peel off the layers until you get to the core.
Did I imagine it would be like this?
Was it something like this I wished for,
or will I want more?