A Duck Trying to Teach a Fish to Swim
Just because you’ve been in the water doesn’t mean you know how to swim. Just because you swim in the water doesn’t mean you can teach me how. Floating on top and plunging your head under the surface occasionally, doesn’t qualify you to safe guard me. Poaching is unpleasant to those of us caught, we that were foolish enough to believe that birds of a feather can teach school are picked off and swallowed by the benevolence of so much quack.
Stand up to extend your reach
AND I BELIEVE YOU
"This will be easy." Says my sponsor.
"Oh yes, simplicity itself I'm sure." I respond
"I've participated in these plans before."
"We get good results." She retorts
I love how you pick goals.
They seem like intellectual straight lines
And turn into roller coasters.
You do it with an open face, not a modicum of guilt.
Why should I feel guilty?
You keep getting better.
I keep staying sober.
What is there to feel bad about?
The guileless look on your face,
I fall for it every time but no more,
I know you're cunning.
You know this will be hard.
I remember when we worked on Honesty.
What could be simpler?
Or Hope, how sweet a concept.
Or the thirty rounds on the floor with Setting Limits.
I've begun to realize you're like,
The bean seller that Jack met.
You say they are magic beans
And I believe you.
You say they'll grow to the sky
I know they will
And I will climb them
Just don't tell me it will be easy