I am the captain of this boat
I steer when the waves are subtle
and when the storms and the winds
try to bang it in another direction
when I cannot see what's going on
under my nose
I look up my sky
ours sometimes
and stands hopeful in the night
I suppose in dark nights
with nothing to portray
what really makes sense
I find myself behind quivering
mass of emotions
lying awake
the little waves rushes
into bigger notions and collapses
at the touch of my hand
oh what it may whisper to my heart
that unfolds the scars under my sleeves