Free your fist and spread your fingers
Let go thoughts of pain that linger
Wanderings are in your blood
With thought to leave the coming flood

Though not here, your path is forming
Revealing self through global warming
That which holds you has no doors
It’s more part of your inner chores

Hold your ground four months ahead
A sign will show the path you’re led
Accept things as have brought you here
And soon things will seem crystal clear

Frustration only holds you back
Though few are pieces that you lack
Time is soon to spin the wheel
And tread the path you know you feel