You don't know me,
so why do you flee,
acting as if I will sink into the waters.
I will not hurt you,
but I will not lay down,
ride with me,
through this sea.
I will protect you,
from the biting sharks,
the stinging jellyfish,
and the octopus' marks.
I will be the ship to take you over the ocean,
and I will inhibit my motion,
just so you can enjoy this mild breeze,
without being hindered by self-centered pleas.
And when the storm comes,
and crashes upon you,
I will be there,
to save you from that deep blue.
But if you do not steer me away from the storm,
and cower in fear as the clouds swarm,
letting lighting strike bow and stern,
I will not be able to carry you,
and together we will burn.