It happens

Like driftwood in a restless sea of humanity
is the story of my life, plans I made never came to fruition
the current shifted course, I ended up in a land, not mine.
I lived in relative harmony near a forest and nature
and had an obedient dog; life was calm and easygoing.
There is good times and bad times; I had lived in a cove
where the current doesn´t reach, but a big storm came
and I was back as driftwood no rudder and no plan.
I ended up in Cascais, which I thought was a place for
ex-kings and president, thrown out of their country and
now living off the spoil of their robbery.
Cascais as I know it is a place full of cars driving fast
a few trees here and there, but not a half-decent park.
What do I know, everyone around me wears jeans and
a T. shirt and since this is equality time one of them
could be an ex-king.
As for planning nae, I leave that to the current.