Pieces of a jigsaw, lost to be found,
Fixing the edges, & tracing the background,
But what’s missing, from the core,
Do we even know, what we’re searching for?
Digging for the solution, everyday,
And pray more of the puzzle, isn’t chipped away,
Maybe the image, is already whole,
And the lost pieces, are in our soul,
If the puzzle was solved, would we still look?
Clawing additional pieces, life has took.
Would you change the image, is what you expect?
It may get completed, but it can never be perfect.