Wishy-Washy You have been called. What will you do? Will you melt away like snow or dry up with the dew? See they are all just looking at you to make a move. No, standing still this will not do. Do you hear? You are being called tell me will you allow fear, a growing dread and dispair to paralyse you or worse, cause you to disappear on the ignoble frontier. Now you must decide: Will you fold ineffectually insipid, Or rise sure-footed and committed?