Take the wind out of the sails
and everything goes still.
All motion pitifully fails
and somehow dulls your will.
A paralysing blanket sinks
on one’s mood as well,
and the troubled sailor thinks
he hates motorboat swell.
It makes the boat sway at its place
and shakes the helpless boom
Forfeit the chance to win the race
makes desperation loom.
The lack of wind stops your ambition,
but forces you to think
what could be done in this condition:
you enjoy life and drink.
