Sometimes I need to squeeze me
Like give myself a hug
For the thoughts, they only please me
When I feel as though I'm risin' above
Not chasin' the horizon
Futilely
But recognizin' the flies in
The ointment - so to speak
I see where I'm weak
And struggle to improve
Focusing on strength
Like the way that I move
But how do I use
My talent and fruits
Of my labor
To give something greater
And how do I build
Something sustainable?
With questions, I'm filled..
To find answers
Thrilled
