If I  were a sailor I’d keep my boat spick and span,
Trim the sails, scrub the decks and sing sea shanties about the woes of a travelling man,
Ride the ocean waves across the world and revel in the freedom while I can, 
Leave my troubles behind me in the very ports where they began, 
Oh the things that I would see from those travel weary decks,
Those that travelled with me would stand on tip toes, straining necks,
To see gargantuan icebergs dapple the horizons as the tiniest of specks, 
As we’d skim the surface of the world, ever moving, never stopping to reflect,
On all the hearts we’d broken at the shores where lost lovers sleep, 
On all the promises we’d made and never meant to keep, 
On all the hopeful eyes we’d filled with tears but never saw them weep,
As we skimmed across the surface never chancing to swim in the deep, 
For we would be the reckless travellers full of wild romance, 
Never staying long enough to give true love a chance, 
Never planting roots because the waves call out their merry dance,
Never seeing past the surface of this great expanse,
And we would all be shallow though travelled ‘cross the deep, 
Always staying at the surface even when we rest in shallow sleep, 
Blinded by the Sunlight that across our decks would creep, 
Minded that the tiresome, “Shepherd,” always seeks the wayward sheep, 
But one day we would realise we can’t ignore his call, 
One day our frail ship would fail and from it’s decks we’d fall,
And hearts we’d broke and eyes we’d filled with tears? We would see them all, 
And know at heart our souls would be as empty as our tales were tall,
And finally we’d let the waters drag us to its bed,
And wash our skins of crusted salts and fears and faults from busted heads,
And we would sink to the abyss as if our limbs were cast of lead,
And we would finally know the depths in all their glory, free of dread.