As the barmaid turned
Oneself struggles to swim ashore
If, drunk, face down on a puddle
A familiar face does not pull you up.
Drowning is excusable, alas, I swim rather well
Let it be known, I am grateful
I tend to forget to show it
Gratitude this is, compassion
For both you and me

I dismiss change, I seek to improve
Wit and peculiar humor share a common trait
Off color, fantasy talks of tales and wonder
Granted my eye socket is dislocated
The drink swirling
The swamp, fairies trapped in this glass
My head slipped, hit the deck
A dark omen, a swollen pretense
Stolen pride see's none thus wisps
Crawl under my bed at night
worse, my company ain't God.

Denial is all that I have known
My bones can break
Far better to have a soul on the mend
And busy hands
Solitude warms up to the taste
Of friends and companions alike
As we sail forward into the unknown
Safe travels drifter
May your ship be made of the better stuff still
I came to be convinced