I am looking at so many different pieces ,
Different shapes and colours
but I don’t know where to start
It seems as these jigsaws don’t
Fit or have a purpose
It’s seems as if my mind is playing games.
All the scenarios in my head makes sense
But the reality isn’t what’s making me content
I see a piece with a pound sign on it
it looks like it’s fitted with time,
But then time looks perfect with love,
Perhaps that’s how I want the puzzle to fit
To society that’s fine.
I wonder why some pieces don’t fit
My heart starts hurting
My head pounding , my face drowning
I feel lost with in it
Not trying to give up ,
My gut feeling was subordinated. to my common sense
I allowed puzzles to effect me that shouldn’t have
I’ve created extra shapes when I didn’t have to
Ignoring red flags , mistaken them for green .
Rushing through other people’s dreams
This jigsaw is tricky , because I don’t know what it’s meant to be
I want a perfect clean image ,
But that doesn’t happen with out struggle
What is a perfect clean image?
If I can’t even sort out these puzzles.
They teach you all the basics in schools
But what about not letting a puzzle play mind games on you
What about never letting money be only you
Or letting a clown ass yute try tell you what to do
Or a manager who isn’t smarter than you belittle you
This jigsaw is life , and only you can put together that perfect image no matter wrong or right