To and fro I stumble and go astray
Westward, leeward and wayward
Waiting for an opportune chance
Only to find myself adrift amid.
Pushed and pulled by outward forces,
Yet the inward preempts stature:
An entropy within an entropy
Adrift by the sea, adrift by the soul
Whence the waves come is a query
Whence the discordant din a mystery
The origin of tumult and disquietude
Is it within or without?