Mixing the Pieces
There was a time
All felt like it was mine.
One day, it all fell apart.
It revealed to me, my own little part.
It ended up, I was only one piece
That fitted into this picture scheme.
Without all the parts,
Things would definitely fall apart.
Where would this lead us all?
Here and there, with nowhere to start –
Where to fit if we are lost in a box?
Hoping to find, a piece of the best
So we can all finally come to rest.