of all those who shall dream
the blinding suns of gold
in tiring treacherous days
struggling to stay afloat

brave enough to steer
in fiery unknown seas
below a brooding sky
remarking closely

but still there are a few
who feel its all a myth
the sea the sky the sun
are props we all act with

so while my wisest friend
blesses my brand new start
i merrily surf this sea
and play my crazy part