Dilemma

That my life begets success,
Is yet a distant query
First, I must this snag address,
Of which I'm all too weary

What, pray tell, shall I equip,
From these pestif'rous two?
Seems as if each one may snip,
One here, one there, its due

ONE: To strive towards success,
With all-consuming hunger
And to seize ideals, no less,
As if the heart keeps younger

Younger both in age and thought,
For who can dare so claim:
One will gain what one has sought
On erring, all the same?

TWO: To simply go about,
On one's own merry way
Thoughts within, nor strain without,
On how might end, the day

What becomes of waiting, then,
For some reward, for rest at last?
Be success as sacch'rine when
For naught, the net, one will have cast?