I never really liked puzzles
I’m not sure why
They twist and turn across my head
Lying, deceiving, trying to escape
My eyes would hurt while my hands tremble
Finding the answers to all the questions
“It will work. It sharpens the mind”
These were people’s lines
Whenever I refuse to start a move
“Games, they are all just games”
My favorite response to them all
Perfect sounding words don’t falter easily
But my peers would see through them quickly
Useless creative, poetic tactic aligns
For words are all like puzzles at the end
But they don’t come like they used to so well
Patience, logic, confusion, lingering
Finding answers to my troubled mind
Bothered by the letters and numbers
Even words fly across the clear blue sky
Firing squads ready to make the call
None would try to understand
My confusion, desires, and faults will remain untold
Shots are fired
No more moves,
No more puzzles to solve
Yakapin 