Oars

Sometimes a voice in my head tells me

Just get into a boat

And push out to sea

And sit still and rest

The waves will surely carry me

To the other side, to where I want to be

It is the voice of laziness

Unfortunately I know that too well

I want the currents and waves to do the work 

Because I dread the thought of rowing

And tearing up my hands

Trying to reach my desired destination