I think you surely make mistakes
But can’t discover one;
It seems you haven’t burnt the cakes
Or flown too near the sun.

In contrast, I’m as full of holes
As any broken sieve;
The worst of all tormented souls,
It pains me just to live.

You go through life with balance, though,
As if you’re on a trail,
Each side of which swoops down below,
But you aren’t one to fail.

It’s clear that what I see in you
Is what I wish were in me, too.

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