It seems like the days float by, quick as the clouds in the sky,
and the year just rolled in, but it’s gone with the wind.
Cross winds, to-and-fro winds blow me each and every way
Switching paths every day, swiftest track to nowhere; sailing without delay
So feel the boat sway and feel the boat rock
Watch the time go by and hear the clock tick-tock.
Now extra food is running out; I have enough to go straight there
but the siren’s song is soothing, it’s music to my ears.
Quick de-tour and I’m heading to the island, 
where I’m loving everything I’m finding:
beauty blinding, voice divine and wholly satis-fying
Someone pinch me. I think I’m flying…

But then I’m crashing. Because I’m not there.

So much time wasted in a week and my character feels weak,
so I’m running to the boat even as we speak.
Gotta travel faster than before; there’s not much food left in store
yet as I hop inside, there’s no wind for my ride.
Now I’m rowing out to sea, with no help the eye can see.
And somewhere in the middle I realize my fate—
That I lingered too long, and that I left too late.
As I lay me down to die, and I lay me down to cry
I find myself asking…wondering why, exactly why?
But all I get is stomach growling,
face turned and scowling, 
and distant sirens howling.
Ironically, now the wind is gone and the year seems far away.
The clouds are somewhere hiding, and I’ll never see the end of day.