This wavering, this inconstant vacillation,
This malaise and procrastination;
Is this the aspect of a weak soul
Or the symptoms of defeat?
Is it wrong to succumb to tears
Without reason or rhyme?
Would it be more in line with Adam's heritage
To stand and brace against the wave?
But to what purpose if not vanity?
Is this sea's rage of my making?
Can I quell the storm?
Better to furl sail,
Ride out this tempest
And wait for calmer seas.
