The Puzzle of Life

The puzzle of life is hazy,

You can't see the picture until all the pieces are in place.

The people that are around you,

The places that you see.

The sounds that find the waiting ear,

The colours that burst everywhere.

Sometimes the pieces don't fit,

Sometimes we can't find where they belong.

Obsessed with order we try to perfect,

But in the end we are exhausted.

All the pieces are unique,

Fitting only in their spot.

You can't replace them,

No matter how hard you try.

Every piece is needed,

You can't skip a single one.

If you leave one out,

You miss the full picture.

It is frustrating,

Trying to put the puzzle together,

But the end result is beautiful.