We can feel the will of the world
In the rivers and the creeks
And the great oceans
Pondering our fates
Aren't we all Magellans at heart
Crafty our rigging creaking
As we inch toward some horizon
What if everyone in the world
Became a sailor again
Islanders in the sea
Of the will of the world
And still hovering out there
The real world
Waiting to be found
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