Rights, Wrongs and Lefts.

When you’ve only been told

To be better, to be more,

How do you keep hold

Without causing an uproar?

As I’m always muddled

Up with what’s right,

I’m always getting puddled

And forgetting there’s left.

Picture a mind, specifically mine,

A mind not to understand

But to remind that it’s fine

And safely on land.

When you’ve only been told

To be better, to be more,

Why not start to mould

 Yourself and get up off the floor?

This unreal picture,

This desirable goal,

This unhealthy picture,

Which starts to break your soul.

As I’m always puddled

Up with what’s left,

I’m always getting muddled

And forgetting there’s right.