Social mobility from an Imaginary yacht

 The boat trip was going to be a special moment
shore side focus evesdropping as we boarded those launches
Wind disagreeing with ambition dressed in poverty
And off we went to some other shore
as if we achieved a higher feeling of family

Rocking boat his face as fresh as yesterday
Can you transition from tool to personality
From interest to care to some semblence of love
over the waves always late 
sand has the same flavor as the grains we ate

The boat trip family excitement
Wind pushing back, mother panic
The surf shoving and frowning
what could possibly quell
the fear of drowning

They gave us the polish, towels and pales
to smear upon millionaire´s panels
of their fine yachts, their holy grails
For we couldn´t sail
It was never about who you were, but what you got