I call your bluff and raise.
These feelings of ineptitude
are nothing but a phase.

I see your winds and wave.
They can't restrain me from
behaving how I wish to behave.

I see your dips and rise.
These small changes of mood
will not result in my demise.

I swing back and forth,
to south, to north
yet still, rest assured, I'll always be able
to get back to feeling stable.