I would love to be a masterpiece, but I
Am just a work in progress- I would not lie
I stumble and fumble, forward and backward go
Through roadblocks, sometimes of my making, I forge a path slow..
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I would love to be near-perfect, to have arrived
At my destination, fueled by ambition and drive
But I hobble and wobble, lose my steam
In the midst of projects, so I never seem
To reach that mythical place in my mind
That lofty pinnacle to conquer which I think I’m destined
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I am perpetually a work in progress
Forever a part of an overall process
Of improvement, but I do fall short
Of becoming a masterpiece of sorts
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What if I could change my mindset in such a way
That I feel I am both- a masterpiece and a work in progress any day
Perfect as I am, but with room to grow
Comfortable in my skin, but always eager to know
More ways to live my life more meaningfully
Perhaps a more contented person I could be..
Passion...unbridled 