Following you,

across oceans and streams.

Paddling hard,

to keep up with your vigour

Drifting to port side,but battling,

to be there.

Long may you run,

edging me to come close,

in stormy weather,in misty seas,

I will still come.

I may get thrown,

my body might break,

the mind will cry for mercy,

I'll still follow you.

The lookout calls out,screams,

'come back,it is not safe'

I will not pay heed to such lofty shouts,

I'd still push forward.

I still have not reached you.

But I will.