Feb 2016
I want to know
I've laid my inquiries out in the snow
I wrapped myself up in a quilt
Before my soul done wilt
Everything about it is perfect,
except
The facts don't conform to my fantasy
I can't control this reality
You can't read my mind,
I don't mind. And for explaining: I don't have the time
Everything is perfect
Even if I tried to change it, it wouldn't work.
I've laid my inquiries out in the snow
I wrapped myself up in a quilt
Before my soul done wilt
Everything about it is perfect,
except
The facts don't conform to my fantasy
I can't control this reality
You can't read my mind,
I don't mind. And for explaining: I don't have the time
Everything is perfect
Even if I tried to change it, it wouldn't work.
This poem is about the longing I experience at times to know everything. I don't enjoy the uncertainty of not knowing! So, this poem is about surrendering my need to know the outcome. Also, the last stanza is about believing that no matter how things play out, it is perfect, and attempting to interfere with how life unfolds is futile. Go with the flow, don't overthink the process. These are things I must constantly remind myself!
