Cardboard ship

Good intentions sink ships.
Eyes fixed on the horizon,
The captain wasn’t steering
And assumed he was on course.
It wasn’t his fault.
Nothing ever was.

Held captive by circumstance,
He never tested the chains.
Missed direction, missed a chance
For bravery from inside his cage.
It wasn’t his fault.
Nothing ever was.

He built a cardboard ship,
Tried to navigate the ocean.
Stubbornly he sailed forward
Ignoring the water seeping in.
It wasn’t his fault.
Nothing ever was.

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