They say life is a rollercoaster with ups and downs,
but mine feels like a boat that floats and drowns.
A boat with a million holes, and only ten fingers to plug them with
None of which I could use, because what would I then paddle with
So, torn between the choice of paddling a sinking boat,
Or closing its million holes with my very limited fingers
I choose to make the most intelligent decision of all,
To do absolutely nothing, and wait for disaster as the ocean’s salty water on my face lingers
I let the pooling water on the surface of my boat
Consume me while it keeps swelling up to my throat
I feel fear of when I’m no longer afloat
And when the deep ocean devours me with gloat
I think of all that I was and what I have left behind
To all the malice I had seen and the beauty to which I was blind
Would there still be a memory of mine that thousands of feet underwater would shine?
Nay, my existence was buried way before this, I whined
To that, I let go, and off went my body sinking
With no vision in sight, my eyes kept blinking
But my ears remained sharp and something kept singing
O, Sailor of Life, harder you must strive, as your time hasn’t yet stopped ticking
How hard for me, it is to believe
That my boat could float despite its weight of grief
So, I shouted how come my time shouldn’t end
To be happy and hopeful is something I can no longer pretend
But the song kept singing and I continued sinking
Oblivious to the wind carrying me in her arms
I must have reached heaven by now I started thinking
Perhaps death for me was one of life’s biggest charms
As I opened my eyes to my sudden surprise
I wasn’t in heaven, but on land
How come my boat swam the wide seas with all the pain it comprised
To which the song replied as I shook off all the sand
O, Sailor of Life, harder you must strive, as your time hasn’t yet stopped ticking
You are the master of your boat with a million holes at sea
So, you better keep paddling despite all the sinking
To the shore, you much reach in order to be free
Thus, they say life is a rollercoaster with ups and downs,
but mine feels like a boat that floats and drowns.
A boat despite its million holes
That keeps on pushing towards its goals
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