For what reason do you sail for, sailor?
Tell me the reasons why?
For glory, or for fame?
For stories, for your name?
To be written in stones, high and proud?
To be spoken in domes, echoing loud?

Left home, sailing northward
Without a clear plan ahead
Every morning is a push upward
Away from the pull of your bed.

Left your zone, sailing northward
With the stars as your guide
Everything's fine, moving forward
As luck's always by your side.

Right side, follow the lines, never stray
As long as you move with the tides,
You'll always find a way, survive the day.
But a safe ride's not a fun ride, you'll say.

You gain control against the current,
You learn to watch and listen to waves.
Your views are ahead of the current,
You learn to...