Like nothing you’ve ever seen,
it’s “titanic” as a simile.
We’re double-fisting caffeine,
while our bones are cracking dismally.
Did you hear what’s coming back?
Boomerangs.
Now raise the mast.
Raise your glass,
here’s one for ice packs.
Let’s pour some out for those who’ve passed.
Set your cadence to a different drum.
Set your sights on the horizon.
We can start a fire,
we can light it up and keep it burning.
We can start a fire,
Boomerangs come back,
they just keep returning.
No time left to eulogize,
yesterday can take care of yesterday.
Let’s raise our sails to the skies,
diving headfirst back into the fray.
Set your cadence to a different drum.
Set your sights on the horizon.
