somewhere

between worthless and priceless
lies a sea of men
but most just float in water
until they sail again

vapid in their own desire
not but a single treading squire
would overlook and then retire
their needless urge to just acquire

now nothing floats here anymore
nor carbon frame
nor lonely oar

and the bluest blue above
which offers us
nor pull
nor shove
reflects below and colours water
as to seem
that touching pallid distant blue
is not to leave behind for dreams

believe me or refute my claim
maybe you even heard my name
but i,
a raftlord, can provide
all you could ever need besides,

what more could you need?