In a deep, deep dream one night A man’s mind molds a wooden boat He puts it in the water And expects that it will float The ship is only halfway complete He lacked supplies to make all the rest Surely he will sink fast But I wonder, Will he jump ship and fail the test? An island appears, Relieves his fears Of never making it back out of this place Or should he stay here and drown away, Just to ignore the people and their race? The island sounds like a better choice I’ll make a life for myself out here And if I’m lucky, they’ll never find me And my tracks will disappear Seems to good to be true though So there’s gotta be a catch or a trick Maybe I’ll figure it out Take a different route But for now I think I’ll stick with my pick You always wonder what will happen to you, Maybe you focus on irrelevant things This island always will be waiting for you Just thank the future for it’s kind offerings Stuck in the background