Chaos — to find what calms,
pushing pencils to get to palms,
fifty for two — the price paid,
voyage taken of the afraid.

Ease the mind, box check,
adventure planned from lido’s deck,
oceans always met new lands,
bare feet only now touching sands.

Paper pushed, time clocked,
an explorer’s heart became blocked,
all work and little play,
years fall between a good lei.

Dreams of the desperate and bored,
are contained safely on board.
No, turn back that boat,
cause the years — they won’t.

Before vitality begins to fade,
discover of what you’re made.