The boat we sail is long and fast
And makes good time in great storms
And all life’s questions are here at last
But they tend to be about these forms.
And these forms, the trouble is,
They are of the boat,
And we are in the ocean sea
And have to keep afloat.
So how do we? who want to know
Begin to map our quest?
When all the while we are at sea
Sailing to the west.
The things our hearts burn to know
Have this simple trouble here
They are the boat itself you see
And so you see we have this fear.
How can we, while afloat,
Make our queries count?
When we are out amidst the sea’s
Limitless fearful fount?