Life at sea

The boat I am on is a sailboat,
and storm lies ahead.

I have always been afloat,
but my feet are getting wet.

The sea is getting wilder,
and my boat is filled with plugs.

My bunk bed in the cabin,
rocking while she tugs.

The compass that guides me,
suddenly gave.

The sea is my home,
but also my grave.

There is however,
one other way.

The sun can still guide me,
to get to that day.

The day I’ll find out,
there’s land ahead.

I’ll rebuild my boat and my feet won’t get wet!

As I dock my boat at land,
I rest my feet in the dry warm sand.

And when I set back out to sea,
The compass suddenly smiles at me.