Tom wants to disappear
In the Plastic Pirate Ship
He wants to take the wheel
And rock the world in it
He can nearly feel the sand
In his fingertips again -
-But it's a dangerous feeling
And he knows it must end
Tom can still hear
His mother's voice in his head
All of the advice
And harsh things she said:
"You are in America, now."
"You are on land, now.""
You talk like an American, now."
"You go with the plan, now."
The girl holds out her hand, just a hand, just a hand
Not part of the plan
For living on land
He looks and it
And he thinks a bit
His heart ticking like a time bomb
Then he reaches out and says,"
Ahoy, my name is Tom."
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Playground Pirates
PoetryIf only we could go back in time/ Rewind to the very start/ When we were playing pirates/ Not sinking oceans apart/ -- Cover by @lunaishi
