Poor and Free and Lost at Sea

I stride past the millionaire’s trophies
Tied to their docks every day
And I think of the slaves that must earn them
All rotting their whole lives away
The millionaire glares from his foyer
As alone, he sips spendy wine
But my friends and family ain’t lonely
We’ve got love, cheap rum, and much time!
So we slide from the docks with nerves aching
Dangerously close to their yachts
Our rusty old boat in sun, baking
Holds a joy that cannot be bought
The lighthouse that guards all the harbor
Marks the last of the rules, shackles off
I throw forward my throttle, and my engines roar
In an instant, my boat is aloft!
I’m gone past the view of the mansions
My boat no longer 'eye sore'
We are lifted aloft above crystal-jade seas
I laugh, engines roar, and I soar!
We fly past the lab-faced black seals
We’re chased by grey dolphins and gulls
And below, the octopus lurks in dark depths
While fish school and swirl by my hull!
Now I’m out of the view of the mansion
My ship’s castle and dragon combine
I think, «I choose life over money,»
My life, I would never rewind!
Let others be rich and be lonely
And I choose life on the sea
And surround myself with my loved ones
Poor, and happy, and free!