
Sailing planet’s seven seas
Searching for home, life be free
Scouting horizon’s distance
Globetrotting with persistence
Navigating stormy seas
Crossing without gentle breeze
Tasting bitterness each day
Observing clouds, gloomy gray
Spending endless hours at sea
Scouting for home’s hidden key
Fleeing long-forgotten goals
Looking out one more porthole
Haunting, longest nights at sea
Racing in sailing’s grand prix
Losing track of endless time
Enduring life’s wintertime
Dreaming of home, never free
Waking up, always at sea
Knowing this quest just might end
Finding home, let’s not pretend

This speaks to the restless human heart always in search for something tangible.
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Elaine, thanks for reading and sharing. I like the purpose found in our “restless” human hearts.
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Me too! You’re welcome ☺️
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Thank you for sharing with your readers.
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Wow love the ending; we long for our true heart’s home
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Indeed! When we find our true heart’s home, we will find lasting peace. Thanks for sharing.
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