A little thought as I awoke
Often said but seldom spoke
Survey says, your life's a joke
A joke
Innocent but still devote
The little prayers catch in your throat
They're in your mouth, but still remote
Remote
Screaming gulls alight
Undivided sky
Seven boats and several sunning turtles
To the place where their lives align
Calm and still, all afloat
Brings the breeze, seven boats
All are lost to anecdote...