I might want to match my movements to yours
Swimming together to distant shores.
I might be ready to allow this anchor to lower
To the ocean floor and let it flower.
At least for now I think I’ll stay
Until loose grips let you float away.
Is it time to adjust our sails?
Are we willing to work 'til we fail?
I can’t see the horizon yet.
We should maybe stop and just forget-
The times before when we said we’d stay
Only to move when we looked away.
Do not fear the storm that blows
It only helps us follow the flows
That take us to our destination-
Old solid ground or new creation.
In the midst of the storm we’ll stay
We’ll either die or float away.
One day we’ll reach some promised land
And if on it’s ground we choose to stand
The journey will be worth the fight
Or we’ll see ourselves in wizened light.
We may both decide to stay
But likely I will run away.