River

If you would only see, in this strange slattern light, ballast carries no sympathy, cough from a cigarette throat, look up at swollen skies, why let drink keep you afloat, it won't stand scrutiny, this somehow baleful plight, a waste of God's sympathy, when you travel the coast, find what's lost at night, not a wind that chills you most, this latest trip's no guarantee, between you and lost rights, how you want to be, you knows that it's toast, to eschew dreams even slight, Cmon now gather your boat, laugh at running tides.