My sprocket and my socket can’t connect.
My two male ends are in disconnect.
The pieces of the puzzle jumbled won’t fit.
Why does it take so long to commit?
Easy come, easy go,
And yet I don’t know
Why I stay
When from people I want to be away.
I’d like to quit.
Yet I must admit
The heart wants what the heart wants,
But the brain screams, “Stop at once!”
My head is reeling.
My heart’s unfeeling.
The end of this poem won’t come easy,
So I’ll stop before my audience is queasy.