CARPE DIEM

You know you're stuck
A sticky situation one might call,
all about... What?
It's funny cause
You're set to go,
Once the puzzle is solved
Sleepless nights and onerous dawn
Hustling yourself,
but no game you want.
But then there's this rare affection
It's amid you and...you,
The time when you know
the game's no race,
When you know
what's worth the chase,
When the cryptic picture
slowly shows its face,
copious paths you see...
Some at the start of each
Some midway
And then there's yours
the race gun, inside you...
you know it's time...
when you hear your gut say
fire the pistol miss!
And that's how it's done......