ocean

Sorry for another old one, but I've been cleaning out my room so I've been finding loads of stuff I wrote ages ago. This one is from 6th grade. It is equal parts fun and nauseating to read old work.

My life is an ocean, I'm finding my way
through these miles of perilous sea

I sit on my raft day after day
praying for someone to find me

I do see a lighthouse, a light upon far,
but it's further away than I think

I am a real dreamer, I follow my star
but right here and right now I may sink

I fear for myself, but where are my friends?
The meaning is gone with the dark

A storm cloud hovers o'er, a foul mist descends,
just like a biting remark

The sun just came up, the horizon turns light,
the boards that I'm on start to groan

I open my eyes and my! What a sight!
I'm here in my room, all alone