Ship Without a Captain

Alone, the Pirate stands on the boardwalk
To him a plank
Congested, hustled, bustled
Heart heavy and brow beaten; he carries the weight of his heart on his shoulders
And with quite dismay
He asks for the strength to endure but instead is ushered to the Captains wheel
Waves crash at the back of his throat
Drowning the truth
For this is the price he must pay for reaching out to the hand of dust and smoke, expecting stone
The wind lifts his head in solemn ascension
Wasted time was never more well spent