The sailor life

I've decided to deal with the way I feel
it's absolute with a sailors solute .
I'm leavening base without a trace
Sailing through the rough waters
Livening in such small quarters
There's mani canes all around
I'm panicking I'm on the ground
It's 9:00 in the morning and I'm off to sea
Now it's 9:30at night
My mission is done it might be time
To rest but my mind starts to run
And puts me to the test now
Figure out the rest.

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