HA, im poetic.... (don't laugh, at least not too hard....)

[flugelmaphone9]

The world's a chaotic jumble
of half finished pictures,
of infinite puzzles and missing pictures
each, the life of another
scattered randomly
without a care
This where and how you start
the puzzle of you life.
not knowing what to do
not knowing where to look
searching for a guide...
but as each minute passes
you get closer and closer
watching for an elusive matching pair
that seems to want to stay invisible,
but then you find one,
then another,
and with each locking piece
you revive the shattered picture
you work hard and strain
to get to the finish
but only to realize...
a piece is missing,
you look far and wide,
for that single piece
who completes the puzzle,
makes you whole
as you sift through the endless sea pieces
you slowly lose hope
becoming desperate and disheartened
then you slump in defeat
giving into to the abyss,
and then...
you find your piece
right under your nose,
the one you overlooked
again and again
and as you stare in disbelief,
you ask,
"Why couldn't i have found her sooner"