It's all about Depression and the Alcohol

I'm tired and can't sleep
You can do whatever
Whatever floats your boat, really,
Lacking that I can look the other way
When you steal your beginnings
From the marina.
Don't be scared of the big sailboats
Just like the little nightgown-sails
It all follow physics and the waves
Back and forth with the rising tide
Maybe when you're older
You can rustle up a kayak or canoe
And launch off this stagnant float
In the meentime dream
Dream really really big
When dreams condense down into real life
Worlds fit in inches.