Tired and battle-worn,
a lone ship sails seas
laden with storms.

Jaded yet true,
a weathered vessel
bearing no crew.

Sailing past harbors
steady and sure—
each one a steadfast blur.

Hearths long established,
entrenched in their ways,
feeling well out of place.

A stranger to the comfort
of long-settled shores,
sails onward, once more.

This path, a lonely one,
drifts through uncharted seas,
toward a fading sun.