The Raft

Within his mind he is asleep at times For most of the journey he is awake Creating his direction as he steams ahead Adrift on this raft with only his arms for steer Lonesome and tired he feels tried But he approaches the tests he himself creates And passes them each time or so he thinks Philosophical in nature he is mesmerized by thought If only he bought that book that day But he was selfish and in the end the focus was on himself He was aware of what he had done But decided not to dwell for the swell would become great So he moved on and had a great time All those around him were in such delight As he entered the room with the chorus of welcome He realized he had become the man he was, is and will be For it was always his destiny to float free and just be