I look around at the wide blue sea
Seeing what many eyes can’t see.
The ghosts of whoever it may be,
Screaming and yelling right at me.
They ask, “Don’t you feel guilty?”
Being able to sleep
And sip tea in a house so small and sweet?
That you can lie in between the sheets,
And fall asleep
While counting sheep?
No, stop antagonising me,
Don’t tease and laugh with glee.
For I can’t help with your pleas.
And I am so, incredibly sorry,
Because I’m just a tiny flea,
Floating on a boat on the wide blue sea.