One by one I watch as victims walk the plank,
Blindly following their dreams.

Not knowing what waits for them
Is a shark under water hungrier than they are.

I choose to walk a lonely path,
One filled with strange faces that feel the same way I do.
That one boat can't fit so many people.

And when the ship finally sinks,
I'll be on my own raft built from the materials found at the local dumpster.