I'm going with the current,
Don't know where I'll be.
Maybe I'll be dead,
When it comes and takes me.
Maybe my body will be afloat,
Drifting there as bait,
Not sure what I can do,
So I'll probably rot and wait.
Or maybe I'll be drifting,
Where they'd understand,
Waiting to be greeted,
By those people in neverland.
