Life’s puzzle pieces, scattered round
One false move knocks them to the ground
I can’t decipher how they fit
Just when I think that this is it
A piece falls out – the puzzle’s split
It’s back to pieces, scattered round
There’s colors jumbled everywhere
A mess of green and blue up there
Small bits like flowers on the side
Or maybe birds – I can’t decide
What pictures in these pieces hide
With colors jumbled everywhere
Some days things seem to click in place
A pond, a path, a smiling face
But others seem like such a mess
Disorder, chaos, and distress
Dark shapes that I could only guess
Just how they seemed to click in place
But then again, what would life be
Without search and discovery?
