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.
More by this Author
The Constipation of the United Blights of America ©-MFB III “ We the Puppets of the divided states, both red and blue, in disorder choose to deform a more perfect Union. We hang like...
On the first day of xmas your true love gave you a schadenfreude Robin my hood... on April 1, 2004. ©-MFB III- All rights reserved As the rains subsided, I spied a mother Robin today dancing on clawed...
I pause in my journey to the grave of my friend, to commemorate his birthday in a mid-December snowfall. The trees are skeletons beyond the gate coated in white. It is as if the bones, buried far below, have...
No comments yet.