RocketTed

When I was a child I was a sailor, I’d fold a boat out of newspaper. Put it in the gutter by the curb, and watch it race down the street. Sometimes I put a flower inside. Or a stick. And that would represent me. I’d sail down the river, my mind sailing right along. I guess if I did that now I’d be autistic, either that or dangerously optimistic, Never cautiously, cause if I were, I’d have realized the boat eventually   goes into a sewer.