Finally the piece is found
It wasn't lying around
It made the smallest sound
It said to turnaround
Not at the ground
Look aboveground
To be astound
By the northbound
Where the missing piece was found

The darkness
With its starkness
Ouick abruptness
Complete madness
And utter recklessness
Was this foggy messiness
Creating this purposlessness
That was my wrongness
That needed lightness
To expel the darkness

Being lost
Has a cost
Like being frozen in frost
While the world goes and you're lost

I was missing a piece
But now the piece is found
The one that completes my fleece
And makes me go 'round

Inside I am complete
Complete I am inside

The Beginning

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