Fumbling along on would be wordsmith way;
expecting to find perception knocking at the front door.
Pretending to be impervious to such obvious cliché,
trying to remember what analogy is for.
Dodging and weaving between too long and too fleeting,
hampered by detours around conjecture and speculation.
Overtaken by lesser scribes, overconfident and self-defeating;
trying to adjust your pace between overreaching and hesitation.
Stopping for the water of even slight recognition, yet unfound,
but forging on ahead without it; determined to overcome.
Rerouting definitions and by sublimation rewound,
assuming any moment now your efforts may be undone.
Unburdened by the load of false ambition, or so we think,
by imitation undeterred; by distractions unaffected,
even while remaining driven by the thought of that one drink;
imagining complicated actions never actually perfected.
Falling back on wisdom learned the hard way;
hoping to realize the profits of tenacity.
Pretty clear on what you think although unsure of what to say;
make it clever or just make it pretty?