You wear a crooked crown
Don a tilted halo
Whichever you choose
Neither suffices
Both sit misaligned
Askew upon your head
You correct the lopsidedness
Twisting and adjusting
Manipulating each circlet
The mechanics defy you
Upon examination
No shortcomings sally forth
You inspect your skull
Feeling round and round
Probing with tender finger tips
Moving aside cowlicks and curls
You find nothing
One thing remains
Herein lies the solution
Your mind is misshapen
Buckled by overthinking
Bulging with indecision
Warped by ambiguity
Exploding with vagaries
Yet I wait to cull the unpleasantness
Guide you by my hand
Soothe your jaded mind
Set it straight with my heart
Even it out
Once again
Laying upon it your golden coronet and brilliant aura
©kcasady2015
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