Heart's on my knees
Trying to keep afloat
Through turbulent years
Performance anxiety

Staring at solid ground
Horizon fades
Crest of a wave appears
Galley is silent

Only those with iron cast
Stomach and resolve
Can tend to us
All these fomative years

Stores severely depleted
Only squash and lime
Every hour a day
On lookout all the time

Who steers the ship
Back to safe harbour?
Only curl and wait
Until it's over