Breaking Free from Impatience

I've mastered the art of falling apart....
so fast i don't know how.
When thinking back...
When keeping track, of things I would allow.
I'm not sure why I fell apart, but swiftly are its wings.
I can't find time to search myself
for sentimental things.
So when I start to think about..
the things that make me seeth
I close my eyes and remind myself
to relax a little and breathe.
Remember your patience...
Forget your troubles
your intolerance and your greed.
For when you find your wild card...
your wild soul will be freed.