I’m always making maps
And drawing up diagrams
Of the changes I will make.
If I can see a schematic, I think,
I’ll be able to follow through.
I will make habits that will change me,
Get me into shape.
Try as I might, none of the plans
Look quite right, or have the best words
To address my situation.
So I take two steps forward and one step back.
And before I get discouraged
I remember that I’m not marching but dancing,
And that, as a matter fact, these steps
That are the same steps I’ve taken a million times before
Have never brought me to exactly the same place.