Terrible with names, terrible with numbers

I’m fairly good with words, but I'm scared i’m getting dumber

A jailbird in a cage. I know. that sounds redundant

The sailor rides a wave at the mercy of its current

We fail to see the maze if we were born behind the locks

And never go outside at all or float above its walls

A puzzle ain’t a problem if we never think to solve it

Or there’s rarely resolution without conflict. Pick a posture

And she’d never seen her wedding ring so frail

Hesitant to measure what the chemistry entails

Emotionally distant, mentally a veil falls, heavily

To hide what she desires. Ensnared

The weather guides her sails while the heavens seem impervious

Presently the evidence suggests a higher purpose in this spent machine

Endlessly exhausting its inertia then regurgitating learned behavior

She saves her bold assertions for her selfless attempts to embellish her distant empathy

While expending her spiritual energy. Anyway

The oceans leads the vessel and the vessel leaves its signature

A choice is an impression or an imprint

Significant or lost in the enigma of probable insignificance

She can’t offer autonomy if she didn’t have it to begin with

And if she let her herself admit that it’s all simple addition

She’d surmise it never really made a difference, did it

I reside in the pressure of the tempest

Wild gales to guide my tired sails

My confines stretch with the weather

I reside in the pressure of the tempest

Stern to horns succumb to perfect storms 

Such a turbulent temptress

Jesus was a carpenter. Joseph was a cuckold

He’d teach his son to carve then watch him grow to be a sculptor

The kingdom came with martyrdom. The soldiers, on a payroll

Point your pieces at the harbinger; he’s quoting an untouchable

If you’re a child of God, the morning star’s your uncle

A poorly drawn impression of what mom and dad had hoped for

Good lord. Son of a run of the militant step daughter

Presumption is assuming your you’re nemesis’s next target

Or that your enemies ever noticed your game enough to

Drop their better senses and vengefully focus their aim

To suppose you’ve made an impression or that you’re more than a name

Or a face to your rivals is hopelessly vain

“So brave, too young,” they used to repeat

“Don’t stay too long— you’ll get used to the heat

But don’t stray too far from your usual sheep, either

Cowering in line is a fruitful routine,” they say

Ask yourself what your community needs

If you choose to leave now in pursuit of dream

You'll return one sullen day to resume your defeat

But if she never takes the risk she’d just as soon be asleep

So she set for the seas without a treasure map or skipper

Wet behind the ears as she whetted her conviction

Her apparent winding and unwinding was celestial misdirection

So she surrendered to the mistral

I reside in the pressure of the tempest

Wild gales to guide my tired sails

My confines stretch with the weather

I reside in the pressure of the tempest

Stern to horns succumb to perfect storms

Such a turbulent temptress

I reside in the pressure of the tempest

Wild gales to guide my tired sails

My confines stretch with the weather

I reside in the pressure of the tempest

Stern to horns succumb to perfect storms

Such a turbulent temptress

Get caught up in a whirlwind

With no promise of a journey’s end

And throw caution to the hurricane