Too much talk - it's time for a picture:
Sailing on my Sailboat, I sometimes feel so small.
The ocean's awfully wide and deep, its waves are scary tall.
On each clear night I stare with awe at a universe of stars
Ten billion stars and planets, only one of them is ours.
But sometimes I feel the power when traveling on my boat
When I look to left and right, and I can really gloat.
I've radioed the lift bridge, it's lifting up asunde
The irritated glares I get, to me just don't compute.
(Note: Elliot is my pen name. So it's really I who wrote this. I have a whole book of them if you're interested: Creaky Docklines)