It’s like
A rubix cube puzzle
And I’m trying to decipher the jumbled image
A scrimmage with myself
Trying hard to combine it together
Never knowing whether
Or whether not I’m actually getting anywhere
The more effort put forth
The more energy spent with the twists and turns
This only earns exhaustion
Becoming lost in the mystery in you

It’s like
A thousand piece puzzle
And I’m fighting a struggle with the image
The vintage scene of admiration
But chronic suspense builds agitation
Aggravation from pieces not fitting when they look they should
Imagination filled with a completion that I thought I could
I thought I would be able to complete
Forcing me to compete against the puzzle
Not with the puzzle
Ignoring a previous precaution
Now becoming lost in the mystery in you

I don’t know what should have been expected
Other than ongoing suspense replenished
Until interest finally diminished
Leaving nothing more than a mystery of what was
What is
And what could have been
I don’t know what it would require to unlock the mystery
I can’t find the slot or key
I don’t know what it is you do desire
But what I do know is that it’s not me

3/29/2008