I have left the shore and the next one I can’t yet see In the meagre boat With my two oars I battle the sea
The shimmering moon The bobbing waves make me numb The salty wind The gentle rocking stillness I fear, make me succumb
Through the half closed eye And the dreamy mind I see gold, transforming the crimson Victorious sun rises And there comes the dawn There I know, I must follow the sun
I row the boat In resolute strokes It propels out, towards ahead I am moving Like the wind I am alive, yet not dead
Where the sky dips to the sea I will reach my destination There in the blinding light In grassy meadows across the beach I will find my morning sun
The right step first or should it be the left which one would be right? which place I am headed hope that’s right because that’s all that matters if the destination is noble the steps will be auspicious rest is superstitious