Dots On a Map

The ship I'm on has a big sail
It billows and bellows with gusts of wind
It pushes and pulls me to places afar
And to lands where I've never been 

The seas are rough and wild where we sail
The wood of the ship is battered
The breads we eat are solid and stale
Our teeth become broken and shattered

One day we'll have discovered every shore
From those sweltering to those with ice caps 
But I know that one day after sailing away
We'll all just be dots on a map.