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