At last I’ve learned
That wrestling with the insopitus early hours,
Inhaling the lingering aroma of smoldering midnight oil,
Delving into the recesses of my mind,
Indulging in extremes,
Searching for displaced wads of notes,
Counting flocks of scattered sheep,
Will not safeguard me from the imminent “All- or -Nothing”destiny.
So, instead I choose the Golden Mean ,
To save me from myself.