I’ve come down with something.
I’m frozen, tied, up, cast in lead.
It’s simple, so says the captain.
Face forward, move slow, forge ahead.
I’m earning a reputation.
My conscience, mistrust, and regret.
Courageous, just like the captain.
Marching forward with no doubt in his head.
Onward, onward, onward, onward.
~Guster, The Captain