I bought a Kayak, a little boat, to paddle away from responsibility,

Not forever, just for the day, there are too many that rely on me,

It was a good deal, nearly half price, this inflatable slice of liberty,

And even though I've not used it once, you know, the knowledge it's there comforts me,

"Cut price escape," is always at hand, though it's true, almost imperceptibly,

The idea's still there, I'm always aware that escape is an option open to me,

One summery day, I'll just drift away, and relax in the mouth of an estuary,

Drift on the currents, Bob on the tides, there really is no difference to me,

No grief or stress, just a gentle timeless, quiet, waterborne sanctuary,

And maybe I'll paddle, and maybe I'll sleep, I'll leave all options open to me,

And the relentless babble of waters will keep, the stresses and strains away from me,

As I drift along, their comforting song, is a blanket of sound wrapped over me,

So with this trip in mind, I'll stand up and find, the strength to do all that's required of me,

To quietly master each minor disaster, and every day's trials efficiently,

And when I am tired and still more is required, I'll comfort myself internally,

That my loved ones and I, could just say, "Goodbye," and paddle off into eternity.