Laying my struggles in front of me,
So many of them to at once see.
I organize them, left to right,
Up to down,
Alphabetically,
Numerically,
By Priority.
No right way to move them, place them.
No way to fix them, no carpe diem.
It has to work, I know it so.
It has to work, they mustn’t grow.
And time goes on and on again,
And structure cracks, it’s different.
It has to work, I know it so!
But it does not work. It grows.
I try something, something new.
A bit of patience, some distractions too.
And laying my struggles in front of me,
With time, it is now so easy to see.
And in my problems, I take my time,
And in these efforts, my goals I find.
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