I should stop asking when this thing will end
If I am, as I know I am, able
To take it totally off of the table.
Why waste my hours fruitlessly, why spend
So long a time discussing with this friend
Or that one, how I ought to name or label
The problem, if I only can disable
The trouble at its source, and make it mend?
Because, although it lies within my power
To end it all, forever, I am weak.
I cannot boldly go; instead I cower,
And hide me from myself, puny and meek.
And so I waste myself, minute by hour,
For want of strength to make one little tweak.
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