The Call of the Subconscious Seas

That gnawing ache

that hurts by inches.

All afflicted will break

before its petite pinches.

Sinisterly simple statements

stick as cerebral cement.

As the sickened soul spirals,

it screams out in lament:

"There has to be more;

this can't be it.

If this is all life is,

I might as well quit.

There must be something

beyond what I've seen.

This cannot be all

that is and has been."

We need our adventure,

to be in constant mystery.

It's all figured out on land,

so we instead take to the sea.

Dedicated to Admiral MMM, who has enabled many to answer their call.