Ambitions of a Tinker

I've lived to tell the tale
of agony and frustration
survived the battles of
self-imposed self-altercations
and made my best to find the way
while reason often alludes me
for I'm an idealistic fool
I posses this tenacious ambition
that I can never keep at bay

Pursuit of passion and contentment
may be nothing but a dream
though I feel like hell and wish I were well,
I know life is never as it seems
for the poet's like a tinker
whose heart's always for the road
life goes on, and so must I
no matter the weight of this load

For when the wagon's no longer moving
and this life comes to an end
bowed at the back, a confidence that lacks,
miles are measured by your friends
no sunrises or sunsets
ever define a perfect day
for perfection is an infection
and is what leads us astray

For I've lived to tell the tale
of self-imposed self altercations
survived the battles of
agony and frustrations
and made my best to find the way
while dreams often allude me
for I'm an idealistic fool
I posses this tenacious condition
that I can never keep at bay