Never Below Deck
When the ship of life sets sail, where exactly will you be? Below deck, not quite able to see the world With your head down and your hands tucked in your jeans' pockets. And as your ships sails on the waters, steered by others you miss everything. The gushing wind. you know not what it feels like, The ocean spray. You know not what it tastes likes The bright blue skies. You know not what it looks like. But what you do know, Is what it all sounds like, and so The journey, you missed and as the ships docks on the dark shores of the end of your journey. All you can remember is not what it Felt like, Tastes like, nor What it looks like but what it all sounded like. Wondeful was the sound of the stories other lads had to tell But now that you've come to the end What is your story? The stories of men For you never got to see, taste or feel it for yourself Because you were below deck thinking all is well. - TwistedM I believe i am poetic, poetry has it'...
