My mind meanders like a car looking to park
All the spots are gone, as I float in the dark
Depriving my senses, waiting for that spark
A toothless wonder’s bite, relying on the bark

Move ahead, listen to what the wise have said
Words often read, as you may lay in your bed
Stories of men,who have bled so close to dead
Glories live to break bread and everyone’s fed

You can try and align with the almighty divine
Constant work,your own personal Captain Kirk
Our body is the ship, our kegs about to burst
We crave one last sip, to quench eternal thirst