Like a snowstorm in July I sit jumbled, puzzled, churning
A shiny old-new problem presents itself, begging, poking, jangling me
My toes curl over the edge of the skyscraper, pretending to hold on, but even they know, I’m going to dive
It is what I do; it is all I know
For solving a problem is in my DNA and this one, well this one I’ve already solved thousands of times
Yet, my toes hold on to that edge, hoping, yearning, looking for it, you, us to do it different this time
Just this once, try it another way.
