Sunken Costs

The words on the walls tell me:
To go on.
And the voices that cast
From the top of the mast say to
Row on
I follow a compass that leads from my heart
I see how the waves here may tear me apart
And I know.

I know.

The sound of the waves
Keeps me trapped here for days
I can’t seem to get myself out of this place
And I know.

I know.

The ships that have sunk
From the icebergs and rocks
Could teach me a lesson
About sunken costs but I
Can’t seem to stop
I don’t want to stop.

I have to head further,
To make my way north.
The route is uncharted
Yet I venture forth,
And I know.

I know.

When you reach a horizon
Where water is rough,
The captain must call out,
‘Enough is enough’

But with what perverse sense of my own self destruction
Could I be expected to act as obstruction?
And I know.

I know.

The ships that have wrecked
In the sea and been lost
Could teach me a lesson
About sunken costs but I
Can’t seem to stop.
I don’t want to stop.

So please, I beg you to take me
And if Poseidon should choose to forsake me
At least I can say I went down the ship,
I did not give up and I did not give in,
I looked at the ocean, wide as it was,
I opened my arms and I begged for its love,
And I lost.

I lost.

So go look at the seabed
You may come across
My very own lesson
About sunken costs ’cause I
Can’t seem to stop.
I don’t want to stop.
So read from my story,
Take warning and watch,
Turn around now,
Or be a sunken cost, but
Where do I stop?
How do I stop?