The lines are to be cast off!
Unfurl the knots, let the moorings slip,
push away from the crowded dock
where rust clings to the edges of comfort.

The tide does not wait for hesitation.
It pulls, it calls, it swells
with the hunger of open horizons,
whispering of places untouched by maps.

Leave behind the measured paces,
the numbered streets, the weight of the known.
There is only the breath of salt and sky now,
only the promise of water
that carries but never claims.

The lines are to be cast off!
And we, adrift in the vastness,
are finally free.