Flies in the Ointment

Yogabud

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