Hope 12/15/2004

Alone on a boat, no land in sight
Wish this was just a dream, terrible fright
No nightmare this; just an imagination of the mind
Habits that brought me here; I'm leaving them behind
When all else is lost, there still remains hope
Whoever said that; has thrown me a rope
March I will, till the end of my time
Through thick & thin, till I find my prime
I hope this is me, not the meds from my shrink
Whatever it is, my health's turning to pink
'Your time is yet to come' said the man who read my palm
Oh! what a relief that is; such a soothing balm