Dots upon dots upon dots of patient fretwork.
A persistent fight in the hope that all the drugs
That you are not taking
Are not limiting
Your potential.
Your potential,
As you contemplate
The balance you have set
Between the moral high-ground
That you occupy
And the depths of
Creativity into which you
Have not plunged.
But, of course
You can think too much,
I've always told myself.
And, of course,
I worry myself
Over some imagined lack of freedom,
I have imposed upon myself,
Fully aware that it is
Ridiculous in this context
