Malcontent

Sometimes the obvious is true
As when oil floats on water,
Behold the lingering malcontent
He does not what he ought to
The nihilist just slides away
Apart not a part of passions spent.

Sometimes we can plan ahead
See maps drawn in the sand
Old winds may blow the coup away
And new books are left unread
Reaction is all that is left
The reason to go, the strength to stay.

Sometimes things combine in luck
And we then see the product not the sum
As striving creates its own intent
The fish caught on the hook
Ah...to go on and on like that
To strive, to deliver what was meant.