Off Sick (Boat!) Written down and off as sick Feel like a prick In more ways than one How did this get done? Been sailing boats on pirate seas Until all was lost Stupid fucking me. Could blame you all or look at me Magic mirrors shattered into years of bad luck Or maybe I am just stuck On desert islands of indecision Where doubt is the only crop Pondering all the journeys that could be taken From here It’s time to set the sails And name my destination But this isolated place has become a home Of sorts Yet my soul tells me there is more Love, joy, peace and feasts to behold If I would just simply set sail So avast! I must Soon you and I will simply be dust So let’s dance disgracefully into the dawn Each day that is new, let us be reborn. Into hope, gratitude, no longer forlorn Beyond the self-loathing there is maybe a place That we can call home. Petra Creffield 2008