Envisioning the day and that pure feeling captured by Completing
I'm at the post apocalyptic book signing, chatting up fans, Greeting
All the new faces, places, fame, fortune, there's very limited Seating
No time to breathe, your fifteen minute dream is up, life is Fleeting

And then you awake, to find yourself at the back of a cargo ship
Cheap worldwide vacation cruise, where I'll focus and get a grip
Reality was never too good to me, just a meaningles radar's blip
Now I can finally focus and write that perfect script on this Trip

Drip...Drip....Drip...

Distractions creep in my mind, what's that smell? A familiar Stink
Deep penetrating pungent stench, a repugnant reminder to Think
Delve into the details, my eyes grow blurry, but before I can Blink
Dawn is gone, and darkness is upon us as the ship begins to Sink

Precious cargo plunging to the bottom of the sea, I clasp to a Crate
Driftng away, I cannot help but ponder if I've decided my own Fate
Always on the cusp, right on the brink, this time it may be too Late
Gazing into Dusk, falling asleep, the devil will never Procrastinate