Cabin Fever

Recently I have had the pleasure of spending three weeks on the USS Enterprise. This poem is fairly true.

It all starts off grand.
Everyone embarks on a journey to a new and wondrous place.
But minutes turn into hours turn into days.
Their surroundings are less and less mysterious.
New and exotic faces become more and more familiar.
All the fresh jokes grow stale.
And hours turn into days turn into weeks.
They walk the same uninteresting halls morning and night.
What once they saw as familiar faces become boring masks.
The stale jokes turn into insults.
And days turn into weeks turn into months.
Fights break out here and there.
Death’s face passes by on those they once called friends.
Humor serves no place on this lifeless vessel.
And weeks turn into months turn into eternity.