On some days

To try would be crazy

The waves are like mountains

And the distance an avenue to certain death

But some days

I think I can make it

The shore is glass, my heart is strong

And I slice through the water with graceful ease

Then I’d arrive

To a hero’s welcome

The crowd chants my name

And power and riches are mine

But when the press leaves

And the fanfare subsides

I’d kick up my feet, crack open a beer

And long for what I left behind