yes i am still alive
here after five
and before the dawn
nothing is wrong
though the siren song rings on
like a rusty gong
soon it is gone
the creative vision
invites derision
an island out of reach
sailor swims for the beach
but the boat is sunk
memories he thunk
wishes he was back in his bunk
dreaming warm
away from the swarm
portuguese men o' war
tora tora tora
then nothing more