Time to āµsail the high seas
A balmy breeze kisses my face
Salty air a snack to satisfy me
Ocean currents do what they will
I still take a big šspill in the drink
Donāt drink it, youāll get sick
Aināt my kink
Fill the sink, overflowing
Moving here, moving there
I donāt know where Iāll end up
Nor end
š¤²š½Praying night and day for the rising tide
Tideshigh for me of late
My šluck or global warming?