Within My Margin Of Error

Perfect, I’m not, in any such way
and I can constantly prove it in all that I say.
I’m full of harsh contrasts and conflicts times two,
more than a handful...and then there is you.

A model of right, hardly a wrong,
while even in error my opinions are strong.
I’m a paragon or virtue, if your standards are low.
My voice is loudest, regardless of what I don't know.

Persistence is stubborn as I find my way through.
Why, several maybes, I’m halfway to the truth?
I hope to get better, but I’m stuck being me.
Within my “margin of error” is all I can be.

The Opening

I found a way from yesterday and here I am tomorrow. I hope that though I'm here to stay I do so without sorrow. Time is moving right along and time is never borrowed. Oh, my, I'm traveling way to fast and fear that death may follow. -- St. Clair Miller