They run across the meadow in the light of the first sun
The fog is everywhere as white cobweb
Wet grass under their feets' drumming over the ground
only interrupted by a jump over the viper
A wild game and the smell of holidays
They don't stop until they reach the wide river
Look around and remove the hair from the face
Catches each others' eyes and fall over laughing
The fog is pushed towards the forests by invisible hands
and they see the boat
A little doddering with only one ore and water in the hull
it glides towards them
straight through the wild current
before it stops at their feet
A shared thought and they jump in
not sensing the wet feet
but poling by all their might out to the massive whirls
Laughing out loud they are thrown about
between walls of waves
and rocks like skyscrapers
heading directly towards a void of waterfalls
Pointing and laughing as the sun rises higer
Towards the certain destuction which is being ignored
Is being hidden behind the first class ticket
and the small funny things of everyday life
Then they see the island
It's a meter from the vertical drop
and the boat is heading straight for it
as steady as if it was guided
and without any chance of ever escaping it again
The hull scrabes against the ground and everything stops
Shouting with joy they run ashore
on the Continent of Hopelessness
