You’re all growing up
And sailing across the tides
Without my untied knot
To render your destination
Oblique, to the oceans unknown
Where a red X marks the spot
Uncharted islands, they are
Waiting for your faintest signal
For your toes to touch the shore
And your joyous cries to echo
Ringing against the salty breeze
For the treasures you have yet to adore
While I sit here, marooned
By my own spiteful conviction
Still tethered to tedious safety
I am unafraid of change, or voyages
Though; it seems, that they both
Are still very much afraid of me
While you celebrate among your kin
And depart; to further and vaster horizons
I can only bid you all a great farewell
As I’m stranded, not to my own volition
Shipwrecking paper boats and throwing coins
In my own shallow sea at the bottom of the well.