Flies in the Ointment

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

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