Peter Smith - George Gray : Spoon River Anthology Lyrics

I have studied many times
The marble which was chiseled for me--
A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor
In truth it pictures not my destination
But my life
For love was offered me and I shrank from its disillusionment;
Sorrow knocked at my door, but I was afraid;
Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances
Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life
And now I know that we must lift the sail
And catch the winds of destiny
Wherever they drive the boat
To put meaning in one's life may end in madness
But life without meaning is the torture
Of restlessness and vague desire--
It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid