Once upon a time
I was carrying an anchor
off the side of my boat
as I sped through the water
it only got harder
to float.
But the rusty old chain only got longer
and dragged me down in all the endless water.
Suddenly the ocean kicked up a breeze
I put up my sail to capture what seemed
only a tease.
To think I could capture such a thing
simply as I pleased
I guess honestly myself I deceived.
The anchor grew
link by link
I never knew,
this boat could possibly sink,
the wind making it harder
though i had nothing to barter.
The rain soon came
happy it did seem
but the wind turned
so salty
so mean.
Then the lightning struck
in a flash of fear
I clutched my heart
Wondering "could I persevere?"
I woke up with what some would call luck.
The boat now stuck.
The wind now gone;
I thought I could sail at least till dawn,
but my sails where so torn
my boat so warn.
Who thought the wind could turn
and make me burn,
in the rain I never brought
but always weathered with a smile
even though it could take me down
in so little a while.
So I sat in the dead of night
stuck with the anchor
that had become so far from light.
I didn't know if to wait for help
when their was no land to see
and there was nothing here but me.
Or to add the last link myself
to this anchor I couldn't help;
so I could sink into the sea
and let it rush over
all that is me.