when even seatides skirt away
from where you lay your head,
it's time to leave that sullied bay
and follow where you're led.

the path goes on along the shore
away from where you camped,
and you must follow blindly or
risk dying in the damp.

you must go forward, farther on,
to find what you would seek:
a road, a goal, a clearer dawn,
not hidden in the deep.