Sailing in Space

Living the life
Living the dream
At least at night
When I sleep

Skirting off the country road
Watching all the sheep
Blue sky after the rains
They sow, I reap

Chance favours the prepared soul
Nothing favours the drifter, the grifter
Time passes, don’t I know it?
Sunball gasses,
The naked eye won’t notice

Tomorrow is a bit of a mystery
Though I can guess some of its vibes
Glory comes when you least expect it
Terror, too, at times

I can’t control what surrounds me
But mostly I can that which is within
Worry erodes me, misdirects my passions
Get a grip, the air is thin

All the eyes of the world are not watching me
Nor do they care
No gods, demons, angels either
Even one supporter, oh so rare

But I’ll muscle on, motor on
While breath is in my lungs
And energy is in my bod
Time will witness, and my rellies too,
Will I sail the seas,
Or wallow in sod?

~ Gunnar Våken