In the Bull's Eye
I had it in my crosshairs but did not find the mark,
did better with an offhand shot, eye/hand lark.
The manuscript in my vision, didn't quite work out,
but didn't miss it by a mile, enough to make me pout.
Always learned by observation, no step-by-step rules,
mastered with a single trial, sometimes complex, tools.
Being not of obsessive, compulsive nature, I let it ride.
Found it easy to take criticism, no skin off my hide.
Found it easier to be a generalist, learning as much as I can.
Being the narrowminded specialist, was not in my plan.
I have hit the target, more times than I probably deserve.
Even when my fastball, sometimes turned into a curve.
By traveling fast, loose and easy, life has been a blast.
Unlike those of tight ass fear, know how to make it last.
Don't need no pain or mood improving drug, just a hug.
Keeps my mind clear of all that fear, warm and snug.
So, if you're looking for me to hit the bull's-eye,
with everything that I write,
you may need to go look in the mirror,
and see if you are wound too tight.
Bulls Eyeing Each Other © Pauline Leippi
We all seek perfection, but at what cost?
Apologies for all of the cliches.
But aren't they great!
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