I hope my ego will let me be at sea
Keep at bay, perhaps will stay
While I sail bravely
Out into the capped waves
Unafraid of the vague
Unmapped, and unnamed
Unknown, no longer keep
Me coasting and safe
While I may need the lighthouses
To beacon round cape fear
I still steer into the dreary
Sights nearly disappear
That’s what attracts me
Where maps don’t exactly capture clear
Nearly capsizing trying to navigate
The atmosphere
Yet persevere
Headlong, headstrong, pressing on
Solitary yet your sense of self
Extends beyond the shore.
To Be Frank: 