Beset By Cunning And Craftiness No Longer, Infants Tossed Back And Forth In The Waves

Do not allow them to torment you, for too long they have had their way, spiraling in an undisciplined wave of torrent you were subject to every passing phase. They came at you in heavy bursts until there was almost nothing there, rolling in persistent current, circling, whirling, winding in a convoluted curl, yet the days have come to pass and in them you have grown.