Puzzle

There is a man who once believed

He had put all the pieces together

But ultimately he realized

He had been working on the wrong puzzle

Now the pieces are scattered again

And he stands there confused

All his work is gone

And he does not know where to start the frame

 

He knows how he wants the final product to look

What it should say

But nowhere can he find to place

The pieces that he wants to belong

Maybe they don't belong

But it tears him within to think otherwise

They must belong, there must be some way

To fit them into his puzzle