I see the view of what I want for you

But can I get it right?

I mold you up, to break you down

The shape of your world looking like a frown

You deserve so much, but also so little

We just can’t get it right.

I want you straight and oh so smooth,

But still you crumple and fall.

For time after time, I can’t keep track

So many forms we hold

I want you there

Then want you here

Which way will we find the gold?