Hoist the anchor and open the sails, we leave upon the tide
we'll leave behind the world and search for treasures worth more than gold
take your post in the crows nest and scan the horizon for land
we set our course for the west so we might chase the evening sun
and for the night we've fine wine and fair maiden to quench your thirst
so live now in the multitudes not like wealthy men but as a king
I dreamt last night of an ocean where by the waves I was its king
the sea was mine to push and to pull, my will controlled the tide
but still there was a longing for more, a need to feed my thirst.
in the dream, I awoke each day, my shoulder crusted in gold
where glinting pools of light cast from rays of the rising sun
evaporate from the cracks in the rocks scattered on the land
How can a man without a chain to hold him fast stand on land
when he can command his vessel upon the sea as a king
earn his right as a man working under a blistering sun
lose all fear and regret in a fight against a churning tide
and for his troubles to be rewarded with stories of gold
and the man who would take on the world to end his greedy thirst
We don't know why this greed, this need for more, this poisonous thirst
takes hold like snakes in the minds of those that dwell upon the land
their eyes are glazed over with only the mention of gold
like pups at the sight of food. But still the world will need its king
a courageous prince who's intellect was tested by the tide
and who's hand is not misguided by false prophets of the sun
For far too long has man relied on the promise of the sun
he lives in fear praying that the afterlife will stop his thirst
he forgets that life is not black and white, but flows like the tide
his ideas are grounded in the rigid paths that cross his land
that he has on loan from a devious and deceitful king
who in return gives him a safe to hold his indebted gold
It's foolish to think that a journeys only reward is gold
a stone with a value that decreases with the setting sun
in the black of night your company is worth more to a king
then a dark mound of metal that will never fulfill his thirst
our triumphs define us but we have no purpose on this land
there is no set way and our decisions can change with the tide
So set sail and be king, forget about treasures of jewels and gold
become rich in the experience formed by the tide and sun
and lose the thirst your forebears had with lives build out of land
