We threw our caution to the wind,
We franticly untied from the port,
And let our white sheets flap against the invisible hand.
And all on board there was food and drink and smoke,
And delicious skin and sweaty irreverent dancing,
And a general air of nonchalance that soaked our blood and lungs with haste.
There was touching and laughing,
And there was singing and card playing,
There was towel cracking and love making.
But below us, there was just sea,
Playful, hurtful, unforgiving sea with no thought of us or fun or television,
Or cigarettes or chewing gum or grocery stores or term papers.
Just sea, carrying us wherever it would, us casually riding its cruel whims,
Wondering where we were going and wanting to go somewhere else,
Not trusting anything or anyone and giving it total control.