Dejected to perfected—a spectrum I’ve elected
Selective, trek my thoughts weighing all the perspectives
Now collected, tip the scale, what’s projected?

Could be

A feckless speck of a man prepped to wreck this
Only pecks for success in his recklessness
Expects his neck in a pillory of correctness
Lost, done, worthless, bereft of acceptance
Of himself, dire, mired in deaf remembrance

Checked it.

Did it well, keen to dwell and reflect it
Self now swelled with the hauteur injected
Fail to quell the pomp conscience directed
Hail the tale, statues cast and erected
Til the gale swept ‘way strength unsuspected

A broken balance mistaking measurements but verified valid by itself so inerrant yet we merit as inherent as the spirit meant for cleric now heretic could be back to copacetic if we let it find

the middle

Where guilt and pride are so belittled the ego ceased to be a riddle.