Done with it
Years and years of trying to fit all the pieces together
Every so often the fit in perfectly, but mostly they don't
I try you know. I really do. I look carefully
and I do all the things that make sense
And then, in frustration, I try to cram them together. Make them fit
The edges get frayed then--
Looks like an accordian not the sharp clean edges that they were
Not so pretty
I really do try to fit-- but usually I just don't
I can see it. I can see how the path is supposed to go.
If I could just make everything fit together
I am tired of it.
How am I going to find the right away to go then?
Maybe there isn't a right way.
Maybe whatever way you go is right enough.
So I don't fit
I am going to make my own way
I am going to make my own path
I am going to make a point of wandering around.
Looking up at the trees.
Looking down for some flowers or leaves or whatever
Interesting isn't always pretty Beauty isn't always common
Value is whatever I want it to be
This is how it is going to go
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