Two boats in a blue stormy river

Hey can we just put ourselves aside..

and think like two runaway boats

 capsized in churning waters

 of a blue stormy river?

Can we remember how we felt

drowning and saving ourselves

instead of each other

in the stormy churning waters?

Imagine the rocks that we hit

and the holes that were made..

the scars that would remain

of that night in the blue storm?

We would return home

some unknown shore

Laying side by side

battered and lopsided.

Masters and people would think 

we were runaway boats,

While we would know

how shamelessly we shamed ourselves 

in the blue churning river.