The Optimist

Sailing the tide

I'm on a small boat.

Surrounded by the Ocean.

The sky is dark.

When the waves are tall, I hold on.

When the water is calm I dream about reaching shore.

Pirates roam around looking for me

So I sail within the mist.

I'm running out of supplies.

I have no map, I have no compass

God took it all away.

Now all I do is hope for another day.

In these forsaken waters...