Thoughts

I look at myself this standing flesh like every other
Some days thats all I am and all want to be
But, there are other days when my conscience is bothered
Where in my body that ought to be
The wound on my leg
I can heal it with an ointment
But this agitation that resides somewhere inside of me
I don’t seem to find any solution
May be the problem is in the search of solution
As that defines my situation as a problem
So, what can I do with this knowledge of myself?
Rather than supressing it and being in an illusion