Dots upon dots upon dots of patient fretwork. A persistent fight in the hope that all the drugs That you are not taking Are not limiting Your potential. Your potential, As you contemplate The balance you have set Between the moral high-ground That you occupy And the depths of Creativity into which you Have not plunged. But, of course You can think too much, I've always told myself. And, of course, I worry myself Over some imagined lack of freedom, I have imposed upon myself, Fully aware that it is Ridiculous in this context