Abney Park - Poor and Free, and Lost at Sea
Poor and Free, and Lost at Sea
I stride past the millionaires trophies
tied to to their docks every day.
And I think of the slaves that must earn ‘em,
rotting their whole lives away.
The millionaire glares from his foyer,
as alone he sips spendy wine.
But my friends and family ain’t lonely,
We’ve got love, cheap rum, and much time!
So we slide from the docks with nerves aching,
Dangerously close to the yachts.
Our rusty old boat in sun baking,
Holds a joy that cannot be bought.
The light house that guards all the harbor,
marks the last of the rules, shackles off!
I throw forward my throttle, and my engines roar,
in an instant my boat is aloft!
I’m gone from the view of the mansions,
my boat is no more an “eye sore”.
We are lifted aloft above crystal-jade seas,
I laugh, engines roar, and I soar!
We fly past the lab-faced black seals,
we’re chased by grey dolphins and gulls.
And below the octopus lurks in dark lonely depths,
while fish school and swirl by my hull.
Now I’m out of the view of the mansions,
boat castle and dragon combined.
I think “I chose life over money.”
My life I would never rewind.
Let others be rich, and be lonely,
and I will choose life on the sea!
And surround my self with my loved ones,
poor and happy and free.
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