This boat has seen some rough waters and it rode them waves like a pussy. You know a lot of fish been swimming under me and I look at them and I know they got their minds, their little fishy minds. I know that this boat will ride along and see a lot of nothing but darkness under me, dimly illuminated by the light of the day. That is the way of the world though. You see only what the light allows you to see and your sight is so dim, and so feable. You know that this old boat is just a sail away from being taken out of the water and sent to the old junk heap. You can try to sink this old boat and you can raise it again. You know that when the old boat is done it's done, just like the way of life. I see myself as just an old boat and I was thinkin about them waters and them fishes. It's all in the eyes of a dreamer.
I like to think of myself as an old boat