This ship that lives inside me,
Is not one I can steer.
Unlike the car I trust in,
The ship refuses to go my way.
The car is my comfort,
the ship is my fear.
Seemingly stable,
but so willing to sink.
When I open the windows,
All the water flows through.
Why does feel like I'm living a cruise,
When everyone else is on a roller coaster.
I want to know where the ship is going,
But this ship that lives inside me,
Is not one I steer.