Feet of clay

I like to keep it simple but the mind comes in the way

Deliberations that flood the mindscape seem to get away

Complicating the thought process and holding sway

Adding spice to naturalness and influencing all I do and all I say

 

I like to keep it forthright but the tongue comes in the way

Words that pour out between emotions keep blunt at bay

Entangled in what should sound good versus what to flay

In the backdrop of social obligations my text is in disarray

 

I like to keep it honest but decorum comes in the way

Directness is no virtue forthrightness is no tool with which to play

In a world where honesty hurts more than trudging in areas grey

I need to learn the balancing act choose genuine or join the fray

 

I like to keep it minimal but verbosity comes in the way

Long-windedness of urgings and opinions send austerity astray

If thoughts are clear stands are sincere and moods are gay

If only I could scale the level of seraphs even with feet of clay