Adrift

Lost I am, I know A piece of wreck, yet to strike the shore. Meanwhile, beaten , n lashed, For eons since the cruise crashed. but, yaara mere there is, in bein 'even' a piece o wreckage, a certain bliss Afar, far from d flockin fleet Driftin, unsure o what d next sec u'l greet miles n miles, pass beneath my feet n onward, simply onward, n ne'er to retreat Rovin across barren treacherous plains Oblivious to all d sick sea's stains D voyage uncharted, d waves unframed N d wreckage, it moves, unruffled, untamed. Whirlpools, n hailstorms, n torrents rave past, Makin me, markin me, scarrin me to d last Unbeseeched, unsought, alone, adrift, Life for a lone log, is as gay as swift All mine, d endless lamps that shine upon the unruly waves, d whole horizon Pausin to applaud, pausin to offer To some rudderless lone log, a li'l succour N movin, keep movin, on n away The sea is too wanton, too wanton to stay Driftin away, driftin alone Until at last.......... Dry Land, n PEACE THEREUPON. yaara mere- a passionate local usage, signifyin, o buddy o mine.