Those of us with minds that wander,
Hearts that race and skip and ponder,
Who soar with hawk-like, single aim,
Then flit like sparrows, untamed flame.

Must learn to study, pause, and know,
The tides within, their ebb and flow.
And with a spark—some hocus pocus,
Might just unveil their hidden locus.

For in the puzzle’s shifting sway,
Lies the art of finding another way.