He lost the match
And blamed the court.
And blamed the court.
He tried to thatch
His flimsy fort.
He changed his song;
The crowd dispersed.
He ran headlong,
And then reversed.
He was the woeful King of Vacillation,
Sovereign over his fearful ambivalence.
Waiting for a sign, a wild revelation,
The gloomy King of Vacillation
Battled himself inside an unseen prison fence.
He heard the call
But looked away.
He breached the wall
But chose to stay.
He saw the light
But loved the dark.
He gained insight
But snuffed the spark.
He was the woeful King of Vacillation,
Sovereign over his fearful ambivalence.
Waiting for a sign, a wild revelation,
The gloomy King of Vacillation
Battled himself inside an unseen prison fence.
Until the day he uncovered
A treasure—he never thought he'd find it!
That was the day he discovered
He didn't have to be. . .double-minded.
He said goodbye to the realm of Vacillation
When he tore down the castle of ambivalence.
He found a mighty fortress on a firm foundation.
Yeah, the former King of Vacillation
Was a brand new man; it made a heckuva lot more sense.
© 2024 David Acosta
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