Losing it

I fell...
I feel...
All over the place.
All over the table, the stairs, the floor.
The lounge, the library, the halls, the rooms.

Give me hint, a reminder, a warning, a slap.
Hopefully from God, or me, not you, not them,
Take it back, suck it in, push it down, force away,
Try to forget, to improve, to realise and to change.

How is it that I see perfection in another's imperfections,
Yet loathe what I see in me?

Moderation spreads throughtout the whole, It makes the weakest, the strongest, and those in between... all sing the same song together.
Republic ~ Plato

If you could only see how blue...