The Captive Captain

As I get older, my thoughts crumble between my ears.

There's a mist hanging in my head, I hope one day it clears.

I can try to navigate, this society at sea.

But it just leaves me feeling sea sick, and I think I want to leave.

Alas there's no way off of this ship, except the plank I fear.

And although I've considered walking it, a few times year to year.

I refuse to be, of you and me, another body on the surface.

But I’ll build this ship up, because I truly believe, that you and I deserve this.