a rambling jigsaw

and its like a jigsaw puzzle waiting to be assembled,

all the pieces wait floating around in my head

waiting until this day ends.

why is it a cluster of things,

and will it ever fit together...

i can't let my dreams or my over-analyzations beat me to my own future.

so grab my hand and slow me down to the present,

bring me back to reality.

i need you to catch me, but don't clip my wings

because i crave the freedom of the adventure placed before me...

sometimes i am too fickle for my own good,

because my heart wants one thing

my body another

and my mind a third

its this complex triangle

awaiting to align.

so come back and tackle me

and then go away again,

this time for longer than before,

most likely to never return.

lets collide in the middle of july,

and then leave the rubble there.

and last semester the ballgame was different

and the stage was set all wrong

and the star of the show kept missing.

so point me in the right direction,

and show me where to go.

because i cant stop this rambling of one liners,

in this great big jigsaw.