White Ships (working title)

Sometimes, life, a waiting game. One should not wait for too long, one must also move, do, work. Question is how. Or rather; why?

Restless lies the road ahead,

you wait and wait, with hope and dread.

For what is known and what is veiled?

Should I've embarked white ships and sailed?

Is there a map for dismal roads?

Is there a place where fear erodes?

But, for now, I wait and wait.

One day - I will catch my fate.

Tossed my shoes, I crawl the day.

By the night I fly away.

White ships; you may wait for me,

I refuse to wait for thee!