I never had patience for puzzles

Hunting and searching for every piece

Thinking I knew what the image was

It’s all wrong – my frustrations increase

Finally getting the picture together

It’s not at all what I thought it would be

The good pieces I had discovered

Are hidden and changed by reality

I’ve spread out the pieces still trying

To fix it but just made a mess

This image has crumbled around me

My misinterpretations now I confess

Turns out this is not my puzzle

And it’s time now to walk away

It wasn’t a waste – it was worth it

For now I am wiser today

Sometimes it seems that all my tires do is spin

No matter how I go, I cannot ever win

I’m accelerating on a bed of ice

And get stuck even deeper however many tries

I have zero traction when I try to make a turn

Direction is not changeable until I crash and burn

I press the brakes, there’s nothing there, the pedal hits the floor

I’m skidding, sliding, swerving just to keep from hurting more

I can see where I should go, I just can’t find out how

There is too much snow and ice to leave where I am now

Until I realize, it’s my tires, and get out of my car

Can’t change the road but I can change what all my actions are

On skis I learn to glide and ride together with the snow

I can turn and steer with ease toward where I want to go

I pick up speed, I slow and stop, I’m fully in control

The snow and ice no longer block, but help me reach the goal

On the edge of an explosion

So much packed down now inside

Tiptoe by to keep it quiet

Push it forward, let it slide

Too many words to decipher

Too much meaning I can’t decode

But it’s pressing, moving faster

Taking me down some unknown road

Unfamiliar, overwhelming

Trying to sort out what is real

Too good, too bad to know for sure

Too much judged now by how I feel

There is a way to sort it out

To let the facts and feelings fit

Pass through without an explosion

Find peace within, inside of it