Stoics and Pirates
We have left the land forever, thrown ourselves to the sea;
Not to travel anywhere, but to live within its primal chaos.
To continually be swayed back and forth in the arms of life itself.
We fly the skull and bones, though they take it as threat,
To us it is but a jest;
A reminder of what they are desperately trying to forget:
We are pirates and buccaneers, you think we are after riches,
But we don’t care for those; we only steal what matters to them.
What we have we spend in a week partying away; drunk on life.
And if there is gold left, we draw a map,
Make-up a tale of buried treasure,
To watch the hungry ghosts dig around
For what we offered to the sea.
We are chasing a feeling!
Our vessel has no anchor because we found the link
Between our aptitude to wonder and our inclination for wandering.
Our crew counts mad men and philosophers, tricksters and holy men.
We found our souls at the centre of the world,
Where no horizon can be seen.
A wise man once said that: “Not all those who wander are lost.”
We are pirates because we ARGH!!!
Quote: “Not all those who wander are lost.” From J.R.R. Tolkien’s poem “The Riddle of Strider” in The Fellowship of the Ring.