I swore I wasn't crazy. And I was right!
They called me crazy;
Maybe I was, is, am.
No,
I was simply prepared.
Those existential little questions of what would you bring,
Would you bring this, or that, or the other,
Nobody thought it could really happen,
But I was prepared.
I carried it with me everywhere;
Along with sideways glances and
incredulous stares
A large pack with a rubber object and a pump.
Always prepared.
The day arrived,
My test and trial.
Others would panic and doubt
Stricken by the lonliness and the solitude,
But I was prepared.
I thought to myself as I drifted away into the sea,
I smiled and chuckled, at the fools who laughed,
At me
Carry an inflatable boat everywhere, huh?
Am I crazy? No.
Just Prepared