Once I was called on a journey, To venture far from home. Away from those who loved me, Hopelessly, happily, lone.
I set off on my feather-boat, And launched into the sky. To see where chance would take me, And how my lot would lie.
I passed into the sunset, Through the night 'til dawn. When at last I came to forgein lands, And between call and comfort, was I torn.
This land was green and plentiful, With ripe fruit and honey sweet. But I did not think this was my end, And with myself I did entreat;
Should I stay in this easy Eden, When there is still a-ways to go? To live in softest luxury, Or risk what I do not know?
For fourteen sunsets I sat on the shore, Tossed in lenghty debate. When at last on the fifteenth sunrise, I settled finally on my fate.
I climbed to top the tallest tree, And launched my feather boat. Off I flew to my journey's call, And the fate of the lone dust-mote.