After days of nothing else but sea and sky
clouds on the horizon signalize some land
which you impatiently approach to see it lie,
finally houses on a hill do stand.
This island, though, is not your destination.
The shallow waters don’t allow to land.
The sea chart shows your proper deviation:
where you must be is not where you now stand.
So you move on because the sea is wide.
Your longing for some ground under your feet
gets stronger leaving this land on port side
and hear the power of the engines‘ beat.
And when you finally roll towards your home
your patience with the voyage is rewarded.
As much as you love freedom and to roam
a proper shower makes you feel less sordid.
