On the Sea

My morning sleep was broken,

By sounds of nearby race.

Twats from o'er the galaxy,

Competing for first place.

The ship moves on and the sound fades,

But already I'm awake.

So I say then, "well, no going back,

what of this day I'll make?"

I step outside and see the sea,

The world that is Big Blue.

Cruising across this water world,

For relaxation true.

Food packs the ship's dining halls,

Gorge ourselves with delight.

But the day is young, we must move on,

Our timetable is tight.

Diving down to coral reefs,

Taking a jet-ski.

Hand gliding within the sky,

Sailing, soaring free.

Up from here I see the race,

But I turn my eye.

Some of us like the slow life,

Relax on sea or in sky.

The weather takes turn for the worst,

The sky is turning grey.

It's time to head back to the ship,

Time to end our play.

"To the cinema," is called,

Our media awaits.

We crowd into the viewing lounge,

Arriving not too late.

Dinner's next, and we gorge,

Then head to the gym.

Or some of us sneak off the ship,

For an evening swim.

And at last the day is ended,

I enter room at my slow pace.

Because on this world, so big and blue,

Life is not a race.