Rusted rudder, sails turn as they please
Captain dozes, his life lays ahead of him
but he cares not for the ship, its direction
“Which way do I point it?”, he cries
“I have no direction in life! Am I to direct the ship?”
“Let the current carry us as it pleases, let the wind
blow us where it cares, let random chance take us
hopefully to exciting places, I shall not touch the wheel!
bring on the dancers onto the deck, where is my band?
its time to celebrate, the moon is out again, the Wind
whispers, Listen! It’s the fairies blowin in the wind
listen carefully, and you will hear them singin!”
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