Being Practical
Hold it right there It's time to stop, drop, and think Remember to forget Forget to remember I'm not who you say I think I am I think I'll finish it when I get home I have no apologies for trying too hard And too little I have an acute sense of safety Brought on by the weight of failure And the amazing success that comes from proper planning I am well-dressed for the occasion Feet on the ground, boots when needed Firmness that's nothing to be afraid of Nothing to write home about Like the reporter of the world It feels better when it lasts And works Sticks around Even when it leaves