Haunted By Reality

All on board of a sinking ship,

Trying to get hold of a plank.

Each one of us in a mad frenzy flip,

With faces turned pale and blank.

Holding on to a last hope with a firm grip.

A little distraction might result among fallen rank.

Tragic and eternal without a return trip,

As slowly our vessel under water sank.

And so did senses smoothly slip.

In far distant did the anchor clank.

And like a last hope did I clip,

Tiny float as harsh waves my visage spank.

Waking me to reality did water drip.

So much of sea salt my inner drank,

That forever lost desire to sip.

Praying it all to be just a prank.

Thus unable to take a dip,

Why couldn’t foresee our think tank?

Then conscious realms lost grip,

And never did it reach sea bank.