One Day - Polly Paulusma

One day, I’ll take a bottle

With a good strong base

And a cork that fits it

No label, no maker’s mark

And I’ll shout the bile and anger

And plain disappointment

In until I’ve almost filled it

And then I’ll squeeze the cork down hard

I’ll need a boat with a good strong sail

To weather all the storms and the gales

I’ll grab that bottle, grip the rail

And say my prayers

and then I’ll throw that bottle

Out into the deep blue sea

And then I’ll sail away

I’ll throw that bottle out so far, it can’t hurt me

One day

one day, I’ll take some canvas

With a good strong seam and a hot air burner

A basket, some sandbags and rope

And I’ll float above the earth

In my balloon of steam

Drifting further and further

Over plains and mountain slopes

I’ll fly 'til I find the deepest lake

A volcano about to awake

I’ll grab that bottle by the neck

And say my prayers…

and then I’ll hurl that bottle

Down into the deep ravine

I’ll never hear it hit the ground

I’ll throw that bottle down

So far it can’t hurt me

One day, one day…

one day I’ll build a rocket

With a thick blunt nose and a megatonne engine

A window to look at the moon

And I’ll burn through the stratosphere

With fire in my tail, a comet ascending

'til I float in weightless gloom

I won’t turn back 'til I see a lunar plains

The detail of the rugged terrain

I’ll grab that bottle full of pain

And say my prayers…

and then I’ll hurl that bottle

Down onto the arid sea

And then I’ll fly away

I’ll hurl that bottle down

So far it can’t hurt me

One day, one day