Oh, a ship of fools are we
Sailing seas of lunacy
Blowing where the wind prevails
Gusting as it fills our sails.

Putting in to foreign ports,
Reckless with our crazy talk
Locals come to see us too;
Raving, babbling human zoo.

We can only stay awhile
'Til our presence cramps their style.
Then we steer back to the sea;
Wandering wind takes you and me

Out beyond the reach of kin
In atonement of our sin
Until the journey is a place
Of madness that we all embrace.

© G. Burns 25-May-2012