I built a raft, on a whim, and called it a boat
and found my self lost at sea.
Though my hauteur would never let me free
So everyday I rolled my eyes at the waves;
raised my fists to the heavens
and gave my feet to the sharks.
And when my hope turned dark,
you shone in the semblence of a dove
and graced acrosss the sky,
as a portent of salvation.
And now with this candle that resembles a bird
and a boat the resembles a skateboard.
I paddle through,
with eyes no longer opaque and
my soul drowning flimsy.