We were wavering around like a ship without a sail.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
To reach a port, we must sail - sail, not tie at anchor - sail, not drift.
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.
To reach a port we must sail, sometimes with the wind, and sometimes against it. But we must not drift or lie at anchor.
If my ship sails from sight, it doesn't mean my journey ends, it simply means the river bends.
At which time came to us many boats and we suffered them to come aboard, being not able to resist them, which people did us no harm, neither of us understanding the one the other.
We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch - we are going back from whence we came.
If the boat started shaking, we stayed on course and didn't lose focus. That made the difference.
We sail within a vast sphere, ever drifting in uncertainty, driven from end to end.
Nothing comes sailing by itself.
You're not a wave, you're a part of the ocean.