Alone and afloat on the sea of tranquility, so peaceful, so warm and still
My boat is my friend, I call him boat, but he likes to go by the name of Bill
I don’t ask him why that name because when I do his mood turns sour
We’ve been drifting for a very long time, many days or perhaps an hour
Time drifts lazily like the sea with no beginning or end, it’s just here now
Making me ageless, sometimes old, other times young, changing somehow
Sometimes when Bill (The Boat) isn’t talking I speak with the boy in the sea
He makes funny faces and makes me laugh because he looks a lot like me
Someday I’ll have to drift back to my home that is if I can remember where
But I know I will miss the floating boy who’ll never talk just quietly stare
Will I be recognized when I finally come floating back to the ones, I left ashore
Or will they wonder who this stranger is that has come calling at their door
Will they wonder why this salty sailor left his trusty boat and the tranquil sea
After so many long, long days or perhaps an hour will they recognize it is me?
