There are no trails,
No lighthouses or sails.
No measure of the tide;
All you can do is drift into the unknown.
But don't you stress;  you're not alone.

There are some with tools (a paddle or a wing)
But some won't help, that's the thing.
There are others, the selfless,  that'll give you a hand.
And sometimes there won't be.  You'll feel like you're in quicksand.

But this is life; where you'll laugh and cuss.
You're just going to have to try to survive like the rest of us.