The Boat

From one lunatic to another

One poet to his friend

We said we should go sailing

Ended up sinking in the end

They said that we were mad

And maybe they had spoke the truth

But the way in which they put it

Was so terribly uncouth

So we left them on the shoreline

Waving backwards with relief

We would ride the incandescent waves

So set in our beliefs

That we would reach the other side

We would become the pioneers

We would find the favoured winds

Across that ocean of our fears

We put out of the harbour

Put our faith into The Boat

We paddled with our hands

And handed our trust to The Boat

But now we’re shipwrecked on a coastline

Full of cannibals and rats

We wanted to put a dent in history

But we’ve barely made a scratch

We went exploring on the island

This unfamiliar place

Got lost in a simple jungle

Brushed away the green disgrace

We found a village of the natives

But we had to pass them by

We wouldn’t sell our heads for hunting

We’d rather run away than die

We found an orchard in the mountains

On a fragrant afternoon

But the fruit it was forbidden

Now we’re servants for the moon

We left home making sense

But just found madness on The Boat

We sailed after our dreams

But just found nightmares on The Boat

They say it’s an affliction

When the moon is shining bright

But to me it’s an addiction

And a goddess given right

To wear left handed trousers

And be gracious in defeat

They think we’re being honest

And we are: that’s our deceit

We wander in the meadows

Softly howling at the sky

We tie ourselves to trees

So we can safely learn to fly

I’d say that I’m a better man

Than I ever was before

But I’m still here on the wrong side

Of that ol’ asylum door

We came here wanting answers

Left our questions on The Boat

We came home with the tide

But left our senses on The Boat

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