Where are they going, those gaunt, gallant ships?
Wherever you wish them to go, my friend!
Surely some madness tumbles from your lips:
Each ship must have a goal, every voyage an end!
Your imagination must be broken!
Why are we bound to obey the dull facts?
As many dreams can be had as spoken;
Forget where they're bound; let's dream new contracts!
I think that schooner is full of goblins
Sailing into the nightmares of bullies;
My sister sees fools with wide, toothless grins
Baffled by sails and yardarms and pulleys
Sailing in circles until they all drown!
See how our dreams have inverted your frown?
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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