Out At Sea

No one wants to work for a living, we all dream of better things, things that nowadays are nearly impossible.

To think a stack of papers
And an artificial tree
Could suffice to be a life
But not a life for me

Nor a life of holding hammers
Or keeping up with a machine
I would rather feel the wind
As i'm sailing on the sea

The bobbing of the ocean
A soft and gentle breeze
I couldn't help but thinking
A pirate's life for me

Author's Note

Enjoy

Reviews

[Lyan]

Simply written,yet powerful.

[jonah]

i was hoping it was going to be a grand sail. But i did enjoy it. A dream life of wilderness and adventure, that's how i see this poem. great job anyway

[Mr. Bird]

I wanna start on a short story, a possible grand sail? Thanks!