Do You Ever…?

…just feel like going on a walkabout, leaving everything behind?

Even though you know you’d likely end up homeless, hungry, and (ultimately) dead before your time?

But quickly dismiss the idea, because of how it would would affect those you love?

Yeah, I’m in an Ecclesiastes frame-of-mind. Meaningless, meaningless.

Nobody heard him, the dead man,

But still he lay moaning:

I was much further out than you thought

And not waving but drowning.

Poor chap, he always loved larking

And now he’s dead

It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way,

They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too cold always

(Still the dead one lay moaning)

I was much too far out all my life

And not waving but drowning.