Calm Waters

But like the privilege that the swan was cast

To sit silent to a moment last.

I dispose of nothing of the sort.

And had I though the right to say no word

I would make use of it as if I could afford

A moment of your time.

But as I sit still, I know I'm not a swan

And I do believe I do not think like one.

Calm waters are not my home.

Alas, I know how wrongly my world inclines

But still I write my song in hope of better times.

In the end, what have I but a single choice.