The Path

What is coming up for me?
Why do I torment so?
The path of least resistance
Is a route I’ll never know.
I can’t stand the time
When the vision is not all in view.
Or even once complete,
Still on its way to coming to.
Right now, I see pieces.
Little glimpses of how it might be.
The twisting, turning road ahead.
What the future holds for me.
And I struggle. Oh, how I struggle
To see the picture in full.
While I know the toil’s in vain,
I still succumb to its pull.
From experience, I believe
You have to trust the path.
With time, it will show itself,
And I’ll look back on this anguish and laugh.