To a golden land
I could have moored
Climbed up the ladders
And then even more
I could have moored
Climbed up the ladders
And then even more
But did I?
No.
Sounds inane
May be I was blind or dense
Or plain insane
Oft I regret
And oft I fret
At times I wonder
If some place else’s where
‘I’ really wanted to tread
Far away
From what all say is ‘all’
To somewhere abstract
Some place yet unknown
And guess, I’ll just keep on rowin’ the boat
The journey will always be on
I’ll stop while I can
And enjoy the scenes as they come
keep rowing that's the way to do it and you will find your way:-)