there's no ship

a shot of laziness, on a bark of leisure,

i lay on the net, watching with pleasure;

a whizz of steps, on a rush of ground,

scurried intentions of them, i see around.

some thoughts are same, some to look up;

shall i tell a lie, they surpise me a lot;

don't want to look up, and no to look down;

just count me out, for you already scorn.

back to the beach, i am glaring at the sun;

i see them all, they are looking for a gain;

every moment, towards every want of life,

confused, convinced, they put the strife.

some are gems, some are rats, most: blind,

for every window of time, a phase of life;

they pack all things; and check the list,

and wait for it, as if arriving is a ship.

then i see the few, whom i really like;

the crazy ones, the world doesn't get;

flying, don't care, on the face ones;

wary of the next phase, still crazy ones.

more than they not knowing, there's no ship;

they don't care, if there's a ship to catch.