Rum

It is not early to be drinking rum
for it see's who I really am.

I come to realize that with great despise.
I should not wake up to this sweet demise. 
For it tells who I am.

I know every sip and every gulp another thought that comes into mind
I'll be a pirate and that's what I call life.

Another journey set across the sea but why do we always flee?

It is because there is no more rum.
Off to another great destination we come.