Confessions Within

To the balance beam

I come.

My discipline will run,

on a forked road.

Sometimes I try so hard

and forget where I came from.

So hard that I cannot see.

I often wonder, "Why am I me?"

I go asunder and think, "I must be".

Yet another way of missing the forest for the trees.

Finally, when it's all said and done,

I remember that I'm just one.