To the balance beam
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.
© Copyright 2016 Don George. All rights reserved.
Short Story / Mystery and Crime
Poem / Non-Fiction
Poem / Poetry
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