That morn in Scottsdale, clear and bright,
My jaw was swollen, stiff and tight.
No fear—yet question, I did pray:
“Why won't I just the dentist pay?!”

 

Those tools don’t scare me, I like that chair—
The hum, the hush, the sterile air.
But something stopped me, in disguise—
Against all reason, it defied.

 

I'm the one who finds better ways,

The paths unseen, the new parlays.

But not all projects need be mine—

Some truths don't need my grand design.

 

I’d healed before with time and will,
With tinctures, supplements, and skill.
So why not now? Why break the thread—
Why follow where the mainstream led?

 

With David near, I looked inside,
What part of me was trying to hide?
Then sunlight sure, the truth came through—
Just what my ego tried to do.

 

My identity that shines so bright,
Had overreached, without insight.
Not every task needs grand design—
Not every fix must be just mine.

 

I'm the one who finds better ways,

The paths unseen, the new parlays.

But not all projects need be mine—

Some truths don't need my grand design.

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I quit that project and made that call.
My dentist did my tooth overhaul.
His work was clean, the healing fast—
My own tooth project dead at last.

 

A strength misused can still reveal,

The deeper truths it tried to steal.

Let wisdom find where not to play—

You’ll have a better life that way.