Clinging To The Raft

Can’t say I’m over it.

Pretty much stays on my mind.
Like tracking someone in snow,

It’s just a matter of time.

Yeah, it stings,

And I’m talking smack.

A caged bird sings

Not for what he has

But what he lacks.

You might go down.

Don’t give up hope;

You can have the last laugh

Just clinging to the raft.

Fly away.

That’s the dream.

Whether on your own

Or a biplane’s wings:

Let those winds howl,

Shake, rattle and roll;

Put it on glide and

Make yourself whole.

Don’t forget to laugh.

And, of course, keep

Both hands on the raft.

So it’s up to you:

Half empty,

Half full,

It’s your point of view.

There might even

Be room for two.

Titanic tip regarding

The biggest gaff.
Next time,

Get a bigger raft.