Humdrum

You could be hung on a humdrum
Stuck in a critical conundrum.
Yet your mind spits rage like an atom,
And your rage holds out like a fulcrum.
You could ride on the whirlwind you stir up,
Even make some big time on the comeup.
Some things you win, and then you lose some,
Some of the time your senses go numb
And your substance melts into the furore.
But don't you ever forget to have fun.

Akpan