Sometimes I listen to a resume
And stand beside the beach before the sea
Whose shore, horizon-hid, asks mockingly
How I can dream that I will sail someday
Across its mighty waters all the way
Either to Magellanically
Back to myself, or, like a Vespucci,
Leaving a part of me abroad to say
What I achieved. The only answer I
Can make to this is that I will set sail:
The future is unknown, but to explore
Is, in the end, what I have come here for,
And whether or not my actions will avail
Me anything, I will set sail or die.
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