Little Wooden Float

On a little wooden float
Through hail and rain and thunder
With only dreams and wonders
To what my magic fate wrote
I long to sail away,
Once the space is filled with midnight,
To bring what only rhymed right
To the up and coming day.

I embrace
The dangers and grief of my ways,
Giving me sorrow and pain
Of every mistake I made.
Yet my little float
Of lyrics and songs I wrote,
Whatever my troubles connote,
Gives me the right support.

I don’t disdain the crowd
That prophesizes struggle
The words they profusely juggle
Still remain within allowed.
They couldn’t comprehend
What’s springing in my soul,
What colors is my goal now,
How I want my life spent.

But I do embrace
The dangers and grief of my ways,
Giving me sorrow and pain
Of every mistake I made.
Yet my little float
Of lyrics and songs I wrote,
Whatever my troubles connote,
Gives me the right support.

Links to my insipid past
Are broken, and the wind is blowing.
Towards unknown dreams I’m flowing
Quietly, for good at last.
On my little wooden float
Once the space is filled with midnight
I, to the shades of twilight,
Will eternally devote.

I embrace
The dangers and grief of my ways
Giving me sorrow and pain
Of every mistake I made.
Yet my little float
Of lyrics and songs I wrote,
Whatever my troubles connote,
Gives me the right support.