To her dismay

I texted my friend, That ship has sailed

And I didn’t say far away

To some, it may seem like I’ve failed

Like I’m scared to move on

What if I like my island?

Well, maybe it’s more of a peninsula

Something I’m findin’

Is you have to figure yourself out and know what you want

I’m still attached  – maybe to the past

Afraid to admit that 20 years have gone by

What ships are still in port?

Life surely is short

We are all going to die

Can I have all the fun?

Can I really know anyone?

Because time runs through years like water in my hands

Or like the sunset dropping off the horizon

No, I don’t want to acknowledge that in our prime we are all dyin’

The harbor is at peace

I’m taking stock of the ships

Assessing them all like poker chips

What can I climb? What can I run? What can I see?

I don’t want to be numb

Can I do what suits me?

Don’t envy, don’t scoff, don’t mourn, don’t laugh

I’m drifting a little but I’m still attached

Just mesmerized by the harbor

For life I’ve still got ardor

Like a seagull on the post

I was made for the coast

These boats are like urns

Carrying hope, hopefully not deferred

Some ships that go out return