Endeavour

A man on a boat...adrift.
Questing for his own time, his own peace of mind. The sea takes him nowhere.
Fisting with his own thoughts, he starts mumbling alone.

"Is it the sea or is it me?
There is nothing wrong with the sea or me.
I am going nowhere for a reason.
Would I even know where I wanted to go if I got there? I don't think so.
I hunger for something more, something different, something else.
Problem is things are only new for a day, maybe two.
I'll be fine, you'll see, sea"

It was Wednesday. He didn't care.