My life, is a ship lost at sea, with the wind raging and waves tossed up at me.
On a course unset, with the sun set beautifully.
That light in the distance is my little fix that I use to see.
The deck, is elegantly set and attracts the eye, but underneath in the cargo bay, are rats and mice.
Alongside barrels filled to the brim with my,
Fuel and past memories that I spill sometimes.
My sail is torn, so my trail is forced by prevailing storms,
No choice I have to avoid disasters and tales of mourn,
But as the captain I have to act it and drink ale that pours,
To stay on track, because I lack, some nails and boards