I was happy in my harbor when you cut me free I'm slowly drifting past the inlet rocks drift out of the safety that surrounded me protected me from the angers of the the open ocean now the current carries me with uncertainty to uncharted waters and other sorted adventures the likes of which I have never seen and only seldom dreamed,soon the land and all known stability will fade completely I will drift for some time pass occaisional penisulas that jut out at me beckoning me to stop and look around but it slows my journey the search for some new harbor to set my anchor run aground,again protected from the giant sea and the maybe many fears and adventures that it offered me, do I choose complacency and safety, over adventure and freedom its mostly up to me...