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.
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