I am in front of a traffic light,
But all I see is blue,
No red, no yellow or green, someone tell me this isn't true.
I can't move forward,
I am stuck in this lane of 42,
All black polished lines and navy blue suits like me too.

I can't sail, I am stuck in the motion,
Unhinged and weird, I'm on a boat far in the ocean,
Some say batch and others say crew,
A few months ago until now I am still being asked "Who are you?"

Some are berthing the lines,
Others dropping the anchors below.
Popeye in real life?
Well then enjoy the Popeye show.
Blue is all I see and drafted to be
But I gained knowledge of friendship, yes it was green that set me free.