Secret or poem

Perfect or otherwise

To set me free

From the bondage of my cage

The everyday tears at me

The same as success or failure

In their import

The ways I adjust

The profits of my praying day.

(2) I am so tired in so many ways

I do not see the errors I make

Too late in the day hinders and frays

The fabric of self and integrity

(3) It feels like yesterdays

Warm haze

It envelopes my heart and mind

Just the caffeine

Muse me, muse me not.