As the morning sun casts her radiance on my hull,

I feel young and powerful.

Horning loudly, I declare: “I’m the King of the Sea.”

Then begin my journey, whose destination I cannot see.

“I want to conquer the ocean, Captain,” I insist.

Smiling patiently, the Captain does not resist.

Bigger ships I encounter along the way.

Their speed and pace left me in dismay.

At the wrong turns comes the pirate,

Who plunders all I have, leaving me irate.

In the storm, the captain asks, “let me take control.”

With conceited heart, I refuse to surrender all.

Racing through the raging seas, I rely on my working and thinking.

When the storm ceases, I’m found leaking and sinking.

Now and then, I see beautiful ports that lure me to stop by.

Unfortunately, the size does not fit, I don’t know why.

In search of my final resting place,

I feel tired being tossed by the wave.

The wave corrodes my hope and makes me insecure.

“Just be patient,” the Captain assures.

Finally the sun sets in the horizon

And I still have not reached my destination.

Feeling hopeless, my machine grinds to a complete stop.

“I’m not a ship, just a fishing boat,” I sob.

“My machine rusts, my body is fragile and short.”

“I’m not a ship that can fit well to any port.”

“Not a ship with complete navigation system.”

“Against the pirate, I cannot fight them.”

“So let me guide you my child,” offers My Captain.

Slowly but surely, in the darkest night, I finally sail, purposeful and certain.