Ahoi, ahoi — he sailed the high seas,
Beautiful sunlight,
Blue sky,
And breeze.
The sails caught the wind
Like a perfect photograph,
The captain at the helm
With a whistle and laugh.
But the sky darkened,
The sun slipped away —
On his face no more joy,
Just fear and dismay.
“Captain, why are you scared?
This is your domain.”
I thought he would battle
The storm,
The rough seas,
The rain.
Yet little I knew,
My trust was in vain —
He feared the unknown,
The uncharted terrain.
He stood there frozen,
Unsure what to do,
Then spun the wheel sharply,
And cried,
“Back to shore — we’re through!”
But you’re no captain, bold and true,
If calm alone is all you knew.
The test of sailors, fierce and grand,
Is steering storms no soul had planned.
Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 7:44 AM UTC
Ahoi, ahoi — he sailed the high seas,
Beautiful sunlight,
Blue sky,
And breeze.
The sails caught the wind
Like a perfect photograph,
The captain at the helm
With a whistle and laugh.
But the sky darkened,
The sun slipped away —
On his face no more joy,
Just fear and dismay.
“Captain, why are you scared?
This is your domain.”
I thought he would battle
The storm,
The rough seas,
The rain.
Yet little I knew,
My trust was in vain —
He feared the unknown,
The uncharted terrain.
He stood there frozen,
Unsure what to do,
Then spun the wheel sharply,
And cried,
“Back to shore — we’re through!”
But you’re no captain, bold and true,
If calm alone is all you knew.
The test of sailors, fierce and grand,
Is steering storms no soul had planned.
Sometimes you need to go through to come through.
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