Poetry

Ship of Fools

I captain the ship

Because you let me steer

To sink or sail you do not care

Our destination is under my control.


Easterly or Northerly-bound

Losing or gaining ground

It is always my choice

You would rather roll the dice.


I could steer towards the rocks

I could choose to anchor at any dock

I could let the vessel drift

Just floating with the tide

I could raise the sails

Pull in the slack to keep us both on track.


Sometimes I become tired of navigating

Always steering, anchoring, travelling uncharted waters

Reading the wind, checking the compass, reviewing the map

If I take a break and go below, where would this ship go?


I would like to know that if I sleep

The operation of the vessel you will keep

I shouldn't have to worry about bailing out

A ship that was taken off its route


You may take the wheel for a while it is not that hard

We just need to confirm where we both want to go

If we run into bad weather, we will face the storm together

Just help me steer and we will get there.

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