“We trace our steps,
Connect the dots,
We fill around in spots that have been emptied by the attention we failed to give.
I’m trying to fill in the blanks.
Looking for the genius inside,
That guiding light that eloquently strokes the canvas,
Proudly putting the art of true self on display for the onlookers,
In the mirror I look on,
I go back to the beginning,
The first pieces of the puzzle,
The starting lines,
The course that revealed the prediction of habit,
I’m running back there,
Revolving around my reflection,
Reversing my osmosis,
Searching,
Moonwalking,
Flipping mattresses,
Looking around,
My feet are worn and swollen,
The shoe no longer fits,
My misplacement has me misplacing blame,
I can’t find what I’m looking for,
Somewhere out there,
Somewhere in here,
I lost myself in the clutter of my mind,
The gloom of my room,
So I’m taking action,
Springing,
Spring cleaning the webs of my ways,
Trying to make sense of those,
Of these days…”