Distant sea

I am sailing there on a distant sea,
you (blog) the wind that blows me forward,
the going tough, at times wish to flee,
you taught well, no longer awkward;

but I became a prince in your realm,
here not a citizen, a pariah scorned,
sea sick, I tarry hoping to hold helm,
don’t come empty handed you warned;

but in this rough sea can’t survive,
leave fishing for treasures strange,
I do the chores and strongly strive,
worry, when return you be out of range;

when at sea I wish for comforts of land,
and vice versa, where do I really stand.

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