I wouldn’t take it past the line end
Unless I was certain of my position
Better to be unsure
Better than being mellow
I wouldn’t try to find a rhymed blend
Other than the strength of my indecision
Better to be blue
Better than being yellow
I wouldn’t close or sign the letter off
Without the crisscross of my derision
Better to be lured
Better than being a good fellow
This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149