It's not good enough! I'm not! They're not!
Repetition and screed
Have a lot in common
Swinging hammers at nothing
Throwing out the shoulders
As expectations do not meet reality
Ideals are insincere
They'd like to live
And to do so
Must not be achieved
When not is your watchword
The knots constrain
Sweating in stoppage
Frightful and pained
It's time to admit
We are powerless over perfection
Our futility has become unmanageable
A lower power can return us to hapfulness
The halfway done
Partway finished
That path not quite clear
The murky water
Misty air
Breathing deep but not all the way down
As we exercise the limits
Of our desire for totality
There will be progress
Force times distance
Apparent as our now-disregard
For the diamond cages
We built in our minds
Roman Ryan 