Just
another cabin boy on a ship of fools, waiting for the water to fill my lungs.
Everything is completely obvious, yet everyone wants to get lost in the
semantics of how you get around to pointing at the obvious, until we’ve talked
ourselves into oblivion, the acts of the oblivious, purposefully ignorant to
the facts in front of us, and I don’t even know why. So mostly I think, “fuck
it,” and cosplay like my job is important enough to justify riding along until
I die. Maybe we won’t hit the iceberg in my lifetime, not until my kids are
older, maybe not ‘til my grandkids exist. Just another cabin boy on a ship of
fools.
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Talking about my life, my sister told me "well that's a ship to try to sail aonther day." I told her "I'm a flipping admiral girl. I'm sailing a fleet of ships, all the time." I wish I had the ease of an iceberg, but I know all the rudder confused ships that'd be left in my wake, so I keep earning stars. But I also know I'm a fool and we all can drown the same.
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