Living Just Right

Trying too hard to live just right

Right - hardly defined by our hearts

Right - just defined by strangers and seeming props.

So wound up in knots, that time has dead set;

Convincing us it looks as perfect as a girl's plait.

We hold on to these 'principles';

Half heartedly but in 'discipline',

Willing to break our own hearts;

But not ready to pave new paths.

We could stop trying to be perfect for others

And live a true life that's rightly ours.

But we only dream or pen words

Never progress a step with any guts