Triage for Life

I set for myself some limitations
So as not to spin out of control
And into a vortex of vexations
Known to badly temper any soul
Who, of moderation, does not partake
And yokes his manhood to bizarre extremes
Where rationale becomes all too opaque;
Subject no more to diaphanous dreams
Ever lounging in leisure bardic eyes
Where nightmare labor dims into the past
And gossamer beauty shows no demise
In any storm surge or hurricane blast
Once more chomping at adversity's bit
To sabotage harmony's placid fit.