Fool’s Errant

Take leave of this port
It harbours such fools!
Your current-see spends
Though it barely propels
Your voice though it screams
Ever lost in the breeze

Take leave of this port
With tail as a compass:
You move off with purpose
It points to a concept
A magnet that pushes
Until it attracts
'Til the day the poles flip
You may yearn to live
You may learn to live
With reckless abandon
Of all except hope

Take leave of this port
And a journey of days
It soon turns to years
Of steps turn to leaps and then bounds
Bound off to an unknown frontier
Hidden just beyond
The earth's curvature
Exist newer harbours
Welcoming climates
Where tiniest whispers
They dash out from loose lips
So a wind's mighty currents
Delivers them softly
To each and every eager dedicated ear

There will also be fools.

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