It’s easy to excuse myself,
To cut myself some needed slack,
To blame it on a wicked world,
To cry about my knifed-up back.
It’s not so easy, however,
To own that I was wrong and weak,
To take responsibility,
To make up for my lying streak.
It’s easy though, once I accept,
To course-correct and find my way,
To stand up straight and pull my weight,
To bring some order to my day.
It’s not so easy, nonetheless,
To seek beyond expedience,
To ballast dreams with discipline,
To grow up with experience.
And that’s the goose-step ballet act –
The easy and the not so much –
That tells me what I really have –
Two grounded feet, or creaking crutch.