All in the Same Boat

Over and over and over and over

Again, you tell yourself, as others
Tell you, as you tell others, this is
The world. Get used to it. You are
Sinking soon. But the telling is not
Any better than a band aid in a storm,
And it flies off into the wet and the wind,

And there you are, clinging to the spar,

Still determined to stay in the boat.