A'flit

I must admit
That bit by bit,
My thoughts alight
And then they split.

They won’t commit
Or stop and sit;
They touch down then
Proceed to flit.

And so, to wit,
I will submit
To sometimes throwing
Quite a fit.

For it takes grit
To not permit
One’s fortitude
To up and quit

When we are hit
In stomach’s pit
By what’s implied
From that first flit.