Bailing

We’re cutting bait a day before we must.
Our passion for that angle fades away.
Uncertainty has swamped and soaked all trust
the rigging will be sound. So we’ll obey
our self-command until a later day.
We’ll seek another course and latitude.
A mutual reluctance now has sway.
Refusal fuels a better attitude.

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