Why is it
that you never get ideal conditions?
Then
either you revolt
or you pine.
Revolt
makes everybody your foe.
And ultimately
you yourself become your foe.
If you pine
you just wither.
And ultimately
you self-pity.
Why is it
that you never get ideal conditions?
Were you the beginning to blame?
Or is it the way of the world
that on the life-sea
your life-boat will sway.
No point
trying to force something funny.
Let it rock
as wants the sea,
as the sail leads,
so you will reach the shore
And then party heartily!
