A Final Mutiny

Here's a symbolic little poem a wrote some time ago...

A Final Mutiny

With water all around us
Weathering the storm
You built yourself a sailboat
And welcomed me aboard

We set out on the ocean
Steady as she went
And over the horizon
Our journey reached its end

Captain, did you build this ship
To carry us across the sea?
Was our lonely expedition
Really what you hoped to see?
Captain, is this timber true?
Or is this boat just me and you;
And are we only swimming?

When the sun was setting
Bathing us in red
The mast began to falter
And waver overhead

It came down without warning
And shattered on the deck
Descending much like rainfall
At least, in retrospect

Captain, did you build this ship
To carry us across the brine?
Was a voyage to the maelstrom
Really what you had in mind?
Captain, is our timber true?
Or is this boat just me and you;
And are we only swimming?

Fighting for survival
I reached out for a plank
And threw my weight upon it
But found I only sank

Upon the cresting waters
The tipping of the hull
Gave rise to realization
As I overcame the pull

Captain, did you build this ship
To travel safely to the shore,
Or did my wild imagination
Tell me there was something more?
Captain, was our timber true?
Or was it all just me and you;
And are we only swimming?
Captain?