Timing is Everywhere.

Is it time to drop the anchor down?
I’ve seen what fun lies floating around.

Sailors look on, as I cast to the abyss.
Stare until swallowed, sinking all would-haves with.

The boat still rocks, but the anchor bends not.
Stays steady for two when the waves will not.

While I feel no burden, or I haven’t just yet,
I can’t help but wonder the weight at that depth.

Why do I care for this metal melded for me?
If I don’t and it breaks, I’ll drift alone to sea…