So beautiful and so untrue
is the idea of leaving home,
its beauty a ship with white sails,
its untruth a sea of wonder.
Afloat on aquamarine wonder,
I am searching if it's true
that a pair of rectangular white sails
could find a country to call home.
Every country looks like home
until I spot the lion wonder.
Every morning the blank white sails
beckon the heart with what's untrue.
So the untrue becomes a blue home
the beautiful white sails wander into.