The questions come and haunt me now.
The questions I’ve been pffting off.

I know the answers well and through.
I know they aren’t what I want.

Again I’m striding want and need.
Again I’m split on wanton streams.

The boats have different helmsmen now.
The boats no longer do my bid.

Or so I say to cut me slack.
Or so I say to own it not.

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