We’re all

A little bit

Nuts

Sailing our little boats

In big shoes 

To nowhere

In no place 

In no time 

But carrying on

Regardless 

Maybe 

What it is to be human 

Is to sail 

Endlessly

On

And maybe 

What it is 

To be human

Is to hit the land 

Hard

And soft

And carry on

And then 

To learn

That it 

Isn’t the fault of

The land 

Or the sea

And though 

We have a 

Choice

We have no choice 

Not really

 

So we can carry on 

With bitterness 

And with vitriol 

Or we can carry 

On regardless 

Or we can carry 

On

With hope and

Understanding 

And maybe then 

The tide

Will turn