Nicolas Greenwood

Horizon

To the aisles we turn our bow
To the distance we point our gaze
Through foreign seas our boat we row
To drifting winds our sails we raise.

By fading stars we chart our way
With feeble hands our wheel we spin
B’neath stormy skies our prayers we say
With silent tears our days begin.

Our eyes we fix on that line
The only shore we’ll never beach
A place where sea and sky combine
Forever there, just out of reach.

Horizon

About This Poem

This is a poem about insignificance and determination in spite of it. We confidently plan and imagine our futures, but do we really understand how much chance and circumstance influence our life’s course? It is better to live and adapt than to plan and end up giving up.

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