Puzzling

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

Bite me

This is how it is going to go

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