It seems as if my whole head's stuck
inside this Rubik's cubicle,
I've worn my fingernails clear down
their almost to my cuticles,
from way back when I started it
and it was something beautiful,
this multi-colored challenge
that I've twisted, oh so dutiful.
It's daring me to change it,
into what I cannot be,
perfection captured on all sides
that I will never see,
for fate is full of many little
twists and turns that lead,
back to life's endless puzzle
where I finally must concede,
that I've discovered Rubik's cube
is so much like my soul,
Quite convoluted, misconstrued
and out of my control,
I start with good intentions,
thinking I am doing well,
till just around the corner,
I discover living hell,
the efforts I have spent on one side
all seem to look fine,
till what comes next brings me dilemma's
each one redesigned,
I have a Rubik's cube
from long ago stuck in a drawer,
entombed and cobwebbed
it will gather dust forever more,
but all the missed turns and the
skewed views that my life has made,
will still lie twisted in my mind
each endlessly replayed.
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