Setting Sail In the harbor, the boat is moored, Open seas are what it's adored, Below the waves, a world explored, Although rough waters can be deplored. I hope to sail beyond the shore, With soap and towel, I'll need no more, To brave the sea, the wind will roar, But with the boat, I'll never be poor. The most exciting tales are told, Of those who dared and were so bold, To go where others fear to go, And make their dreams the star of the show. I'll post my thoughts for all to see, Like a toast raised to victory, So everyone can follow me, And feel the thrill of the open sea. So let's set sail and face the cold, Our bowls of courage, we'll uphold, We'll leave behind the tales of old, And forge ahead, with sights untold. For those who sold their souls for gold, May never know what life could hold, But those who chase a higher goal, Will find a life that can't be told. The moldy, old ways of the past, Are not the ones that long will last, The future calls for change that's vast, And a new mold that's sure to blast. So hold on tight, with all your might, To the dreams that make your heart take flight, For life is short, but oh so bright, And all that's left is to live it right.