Fi Two

I'm not a fool at dawn, to feel an utter mess or be cast forlorn, I want to be at sea, on a wooden raft, there's still time to dream, summon ancient forms, design my little crest, sail into a perfect calm, It’s good to speak clearly, not roar in distress, have to pay dearly, I'm torn, living a life like this, my time isn't done, I can play the field, adjust my compass, dance before tea, gallop through a field of corn, do you like this dress, love without scorn, wouldn’t that be a gas?