The Little Happening

From my little home-made raft
I've gotta board the ship aside.
The sea's holding it for me in place.
The sea floor is like an anchor
and I'm trying to move, to shift
my weight from one vessel to the other
so that I can have a smoother ride,
one with a happy ending
i.e. one that takes me through the storm
and doesn't leave me to drown
holding on to a plank of wood.

I don't need my oars,
I don't need my baggage.
All it wants is for me to come
ride with it to paradise
through paradise
until I realise we're there.