Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily
'Tis not my dream

Steering amongst the multitude
Heading in the same direction
Is this the definition of a dream pursued?
For what I feel, is merely rejection

Whatsoever floats my boat
Is this not how the saying goes?
Or does this scarcely apply
Whenever I go along the same road?

Well, I row row row my boat
Roughly against the stream
No matter how it may seem
To this dictating regime

Contently, I will row my boat ashore
Whilst years from now, you will look back and wonder
If perhaps, in this life, you could have done more
Or could have gone yonder