of sinking ships and second thoughts.

is it really over?
or do i just lack the faith?

the faith to do what is least expected of me,
the faith to hold true to the ship i've been bound to.

is the ship really sinking?
still, the captain keeps his silence.

his words are few
but his actions give the game away.

"you are the captain of your own ship and the master of your own destiny", that i am told.
but from the view of a ship within a sinking ship, i'd say life is bleak.

have the winds of fortune changed their course,
or have other ships gone ahead?

to these i have no answer,
for only father time can tell.

it's a pain,
the wait.

waiting to know what comes next,
what to do next.

oh please,
just this one last time,
and i'll look back and say,
"wow, it was spectacular".

tell me what to do,
tell me what to say.

and this time,
i'll do it Your way.

courage is all i need.
faith is what needs to be awakened.
the passion is missing, that i swear.
and most importantly, diligence is what i lack.


rules for happiness;
something to do,
someone to love,
and something to hope for.