How quick from letting go does apathy appear?
How quick does grasping disperse a new idea!
My trusty row boat is named the Six of Swords
And my paddles are liminal anchors each
Dip into one side, dip into the other
My arms power the forward reach.
I row until I can go no further,
No longer can I steer
In desperation I release my oars
and the Six sails smoothly into waters
Oh so calm and clear.