The Tempest

For love it forever wails
Without any the ship always sails
In the stormy monstrous sea
To the waves you're but a flea

Hurtling from one bedlam to another
If you don't find it, don't bother
For trying too hard will never get you there
The oars will be thrashed, the hull will be a-flare

Let the soothing wind blow
Hold your shrugs against the flow
Let the currents lead you astray
For it ain't limitless, this azure bay

The land shall at last beckon
No matter how much you otherwise reckon
The glitering lights shall call
No, you can't right now see 'em all

The depths shall give way
To golden sand they say
Gripping your sore feet
It will sure hold you neat

And oh! shall you arrive
At a shore far and wide
The restless heart shall at last thrive
And with joy shall it glide