Work In Progress

Work In Progress The pieces of me scattered By my trying hand They disappear so fast Clinging to the last Shred of who I am Keeping everything inside That shouldn't have to be Closed an open book Without a second look At the words that make me, me Can't do right by everyone Least of all myself In a world where nothing's free I fight for more than me Cost of well being and health It's just a work in progress Hours punched and tithed I may still come to fail To adjust my wind to the sail But at least I'll say I tried