Time to Flee

 

The ship is finally sinking

And as a rat, I must flee.

As I start running, I turn and see

Those who are staying.

I did try to warn them

And even help with advice

But they turned a blind eye

And reveled in their bad choices.

I recall the Titanic

And how some went down

With a glass in hand.

I can see the celebrations

The laughter and gaiety,

And also too

The sullen glowers

At the one who tried to help

And bring you good.

As I flee to safe ground

To carry on with my dreams

I pity the ones I leave behind:

You could have made hay

If you had only listened.