Strolling into adversity blindly
Saying no to our demons, kindly  
Emotive mimicking of the tide
An ongoing battle between waves of pride
Accompanied by hydronic surges of what’s “right”

It’s a fix by design
You’ll never know what’s right
Only for what your heart pines
And what makes you recline
Into a desolate sea of thought
A feverish retort

Maybe true happiness is unattainable
You’ll forever be uncertain
Until you take a seat at the table