“Oh captain, oh my captain “ my mother wanted to hear from my lips
As she takes control of my ship as it sails through the seas of life.
Taking it in the direction I do not wish to go.
Leading she to a port when I want her out in the rough waters of the seas.
I know what my ship wants,
I can hear her cries as my mother takes the wrong way of her wishes.
Why would my ship any different from I?
I am the captain of my own ship, My mother does not want to hear.
She will not want to hear I am willing to throw her overboard.
My mother will hate it when she becomes part of the crew of my ship
When “Captain” no longer leave my lips when I address her.
She is going to hate when I tell her no
“I am the captain of my ship.”
Her eyes will cloud with anger when she is no longer in control.
But what a shame it would be when I throw her overboard when I take my ship back.
How the smile on my face will be bright when I hear “Captain”