It’s been eight years
my ship still lingers
at the dock of wanders.

Twenty years out to sea
they have trained me
a captain I’m yet to be.

Crews with their lips
would leave me tips
on how to sail ships.

However, their words
turned into discords
while I’m on the boards

What’s out there anyway?
A sea of naught miles away?
I am tired of this bay!

I’m still fearful of the deeps,
hopelessness still creeps,
through the cracks it seeps.

I’ll lift the anchors of agony,
towards the sea of antagony,
I’m the captain of my destiny.

To sea, my ship will ferry,
no longer it will be dreary,
this is my life to be, I’m merry.