POEM: Off the Rails

Rails of sanity. Rails of convention. People find it scary, being afloat on endless seas.They long for rails, and the further out the tracks are laid, the easier they rest.
teary for the lunatic
who ventured off the rails
sitting in a open sea
adrift, not hoisting sails
worry not for me, my friend
horse latitudes are past
when the drifting day is done
i can always raise the mast

By B Gourley in poem, Poetry on April 19, 2018.