I set the bottle free
Into the ocean’s roar
Hoping that my message
Would land upon the shore

My boat went quickly under
The umbrella my only save
I thought for sure that I would sink
Down to my watery grave

But alas, I am still floating
I haven’t met my demise
Praying that someone will find me
Before the fiery sun dies

Yet, should I never be found
Sailing on this liquid land
Then I shall float upon this boat
And prove the upper hand

 

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