What ship we sail on asphalt sea, this vessel of four wheels. We leave this harbor with its shackles, this bondage through the years, the helmsman holds his course by what whispers softly, time is no longer my ally. What map or heading leads this voyage? what uncharted way yet sailed? ti's the years that moves the captain and sets his compass straight, guided by that love of life and wonders still unseen. Life's horizons beckon, its quiet voice be heard...set sail captain! set sail.