Countless denizens sailing through the waters

With no aim, no destination and in pocket a few quarters

They sail for a new land, but they don't know why

In the old place and new, same is the sky

They drift through, and the years pass on

They reach no land, because they hadn't a mark-on

Yet they cruise, sometimes happy, sometimes sad

Going through a journey, sometimes good, sometimes bad

Countless denizens went upon it, and will continue to do so

The journey of life, on Earth's cruiser.