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My Ship


I cannot stop thinking

Of ways I could change,

Of ways I could be

What others expect of me.

 

I try hard to impress,

Give all of my best,

Stand up and try to be

what others expect of me.

 

But now that I see,

My life is my own,

I could be anyone I want to,

I don’t need to be told.

 

I am the captain of my ship.

I give all the commands.

Pirates and sailors I may come across,

but I am the boss!

 

No wave, no wind,

Shall change my path.

My hands are on the wheel,

My eyes in the horizon.

 

Enchanting mermaids,

or fearful monsters swim away,

this ship won’t make stops,

What else can I say.

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