I set sail so long ago,
Out on the dreamy sea.
To seek the far off distant shores,
That have always called to me.
I feel the wind tug at my hair,
And make the rigging dance.
I taste the spray cool on my skin,
As I survey the wide expanse.
I know those islands exist out there,
I see them through the mist.
But no matter how far I go,
I seem to always miss.
I wonder what truths I could find,
On those secluded beaches.
But maybe I’m not meant to know,
Like the old man teaches.
Maybe it’s enough for me,
To sail around and stare.
To know the islands there are real,
Just not for me to share.
Inspired by Immanuel Kant’s Critique of Pure Reason (Chapter III)
© The Lightning Tower, 2020