A Puzzle and a Piece

Conceived without control
With growth its grip lightened
Externally dependent soul
Longing to be righted

An umwelt left alone
Our ever entropic fate
Obsolete is our tone
Of ignorance and of hate

How isolated is my world
Forced from all the rest
If we could only move toward
To the study of life's test

We only want to live
Change without its hole
Yet all we need to give
Is attention to the whole