Marooned

An unwilling sailor adrift from Artic waters As the water gets warmer, my iceburg gets smaller As he pours more petrol on, he feels no fear As the flames get nearer, its thought gets clearer A blue-white polar bear arrives at the end Diverting his attention, his feelings froze over I'm only a runaway AWOL at the logical start Not present in the present, overboard with limited future And I'm standing alone still getting a thrill While the ship is afloat, he's losing his boat