A day gained a day lost
Out to sea to face the cost
Of not being aware
Of what we are or to care
How we got this far.
Out at sea an imaginary line
Is crossed and we toast with wine
The new opportunity we
Thought was lost only to be
Disillusioned again by reality
That the line is an imaginary
Experience and the ordinary
Sailor simply takes in stride
Because it is just another ride
Across an empty sea.
William Frank Bellais
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