I’ve been sailing for some time now,
Even if I’m not sure how.
Been here since the sun was bright,
But now it’s pale and lacks that light.
I do all to make it float,
But I’m so close to just leaving a note.
Every thought I think,
Brings me closer to a ship that sinks
Heavy heart-shaped anchors
With dagger-sharp answers.
Black self-esteem puffs from the boiler room.
“Fine day!” is my non de plume.
I built this monster with my own vanity
Now all it is, is a floating travesty.
Cannons on all sides are creeping in,
It’s like I committed original sin.
Open waters let me drift away
Where no one can say they want me to stay.
They warned me a captain goes down with the ship,
Guess it’s time to lose my grip…