I almost lost them, but
now they’re found.
Thanks, my friend, for
turning me around.
Whether tempted by a
castle with a dry moat,
tree house in the ocean,
or rent-to-own boat,
You’ve been the voice
of sense and reason;
though all your words
haven’t been pleasin.’
I’m a writer, a poet, a
wide-eyed dreamer,
the pretend captain of
a riverboat steamer.
I’ve no set destination,
except further away,
steering around reality
that gets in my way.
I’m a gypsy, an artisan,
of Bohemian blood;
a free spirit sailing, when
not stuck in the mud.
I’m prone to decisions
that lead to disaster,
like a misguided genie
who hasn’t a master.
Because of you, girl,
not some crystal ball,
I got back my marbles;
well okay…
… not quite them all.