I memorized this poem for a reason but somehow it never gets applied to my life. I'm a new kind of idiot.

Let Go and Let God - Anonymous

As children bring their broken toys
With tears for us to mend
I brought my broken dreams to God
Because he was my friend

But then instead of leaving him
In peace to work alone
I hung around and tried to help
With ways that were my own

At last I snatched them back and cried
"How can you be so slow?"
"My child," he said, "what could I do?
You never did let go."