Out of the Blue

It races along not a care in de world, Like and old schooner, mainsail's unfurled, Up top all is calm, little too calm perhaps, Then it starts to unravel and fears a collapse, Fresh fear up above drives it on faster below, Now it's really going, faster than a neutrino, Palms are now sweating, As the heart beats so fast, Head has a death grip now, Onto the mainmast, Panic and terror now so overwhelm, Heart's out of control, Heads abandoned the helm, I've been thru this before, time and again, Still doesn't matter I think I'm dyin all over again, Eventually waves of panic reduce to an ebb, Hearts back in calm waters, control of helm with the head.