78 Poems Tarot Project: Four of Cups

Is this careful deliberation, or just a spoiled child?
Sitting, waiting for something better or more exact.
There is no gift accepted. I look in, at nothing.
I feel no urgency to choose, to move or to act.

Am I picky, or fussy, obstinate or just cautious?
Distant, withdrawn, attached to no particular fate.
In discernment, do I miss the opportunity?
Or in patience, is the wisest move simply to wait?