Castaway

     If the stars collide and the moon is right

I'll set this bottle out tonight

It'll float right out into the sea

Under the waves, away from me

And maybe you'll find it from far away

And look inside at what this has to say

And maybe you'll decide to write a reply

Perhaps not before ten years have gone and gone by

But maybe it'll wash up back on this beach

And rest in the sand, close within reach

And a kid will find it tomorrow

In the same place it started before

My shiny, green glass bottle

Resting upon the soft shore

Or it could be the note will toss and will turn

And what it says, no one will ever learn

Maybe it's doomed to be a castaway

Never in one place it will stay

Always on the go

Never to be found

Never to feel the solid ground

Or maybe it'll fall into your hands

You'll find upon the warm golden sands

You'll read this long ramble I've chosen to write,

I'll most likely never know

After I send it tonight