Young lost and witty

Deep in self-pity

Pretending for reason

To hope

A life in a trunk

On a blue Chinese junk

Everyday but a day

Cast afloat

He lives in a trunk

He sails off on his junk

Outfitted to last but awhile

A hunger in his eyes

As daily he tries

For a reason a reason to smile

He sails through a dream

On a pale sea of green

He can't see to where the wind blows

And trusting to fate

His mind will come late

Sometime he'll return

This he knows

Well isn't it a pity

No it's not very pretty

The sound of a frown

From a sigh

But love was the meddler

The unconscious peddler

And me

I just sailed for the ride