Schrodinger

 I prayed the gods to change the tide,

Only a moment required to hit capsize;

Unrelenting storm and the sails unfold,

No compass working for destination unknown.

 

Leap of faith into the gigantic ripple,

One mistake and then a cripple;

Hope permits to gather a breath,

Looming above is the scythe of death.

 

Winds crashing with raining bullets,

Scarce food and out of pellets;

Edge of morning when the thundering stops,

Behold the sight and the anchor drops.

 

Survived a story for future to tell,

Bards and authors sang abridged so swell;

Unforgettable the emotion of time at sea,

Woke up from the dream I was sure to see.