plastic little pirate sword.

woke up and had this idea in my head. idea was more for prose, but this came of it. might redo the whole thing.

staring at this glass i'm holding in my hand

i wonder why they serve it with a plastic little pirate sword

and a storm starts brewing in the sky, up above

then CRACK like a lightening bolt from in the sky, up above

...up above.

sword in hand i am the captain here of my ship

and staring at my drink i see the waves that break upon the rocks

I see new horizons every time i'm turning keel

and every time i'm turnin i see new sunsets a'burnin

...sunsets are burning.

bounce off the rocks for a drink or two, all night through,

not really sure where i'm going to, don't have a clue,

maybe i'll find a way.

but hey bartender, mister Poseidon now,

the tide's gone out, 

i've beached my ship.

and when i look around i see

this ain't the place i wanna be

so top me up and set my sails, 

i know you know that i just want to be free.

sword in hand i am the captain here of my ship,

it's not called drinking when you're sailing to another land.

no no, thank you, i've never used a crew before

and i'll drift like this for days if i need to.

...and i need to.