Rationing

The afternoon sun shines on my bed

I've been asleep too long

I ask to the captain of my head

Where did it all go wrong

He follows the map but its upside down

He's taking a nap while the passengers drown

I'm rowing a lifeboat back to shore

Rationing water and bread

And those who remain read the reports

And tally the names of the dead

We toast to the names of the ones we lost

At least the ones we haven't already forgot