In the twilight quiet
The loudness appears
Whistles and sirens echo
with ten thousand fears
I see a trainwreck due
With no corners to turn
I watch my self wake
Just to see it burn
It burns my ego
It burns my pride
It’s the taste of defeat
of an inherited demise
I stand on a deck afore
A nightmarish scene,
On a catamaran called “Hope”
As a First mate, then Captain
Who rose up to the challenge
Before sinking down below
Bearing a burden, heavy
Not of a chest laden with gold
Instead weighed down
by the conscience
Of others’ and my own,
As I wish for this night to end
And for a tomorrow to never start