Half-life
I was never very good at puzzles
The edges I could always see
While I played the perfect girl
Desperately searching for what fit to me.
The middle pieces; some seemed so perfect
I'd place them there
I only found the gaps years later;
While the clock ticked down the half-life.
It was so easy to pretend
When everyone expected you to be
The one who would find the pieces clear
With math, music and poetry.
At first I needed, and so I tried
To make the rest complete my picture
How surprising then, to only find
That gaps will reveal you at the half-life.
Pieces that fit you find
Show blurry images of perfect endings
From the decay due to the half-life
Is this logic or art?
Do we need to learn to redo our puzzles?
Not deceive ourselves when we find gaps?
Or is this both logic and art;
Is it the same at the half-life?
The edges I could always see
While I played the perfect girl
Desperately searching for what fit to me.
The middle pieces; some seemed so perfect
I'd place them there
I only found the gaps years later;
While the clock ticked down the half-life.
It was so easy to pretend
When everyone expected you to be
The one who would find the pieces clear
With math, music and poetry.
At first I needed, and so I tried
To make the rest complete my picture
How surprising then, to only find
That gaps will reveal you at the half-life.
Pieces that fit you find
Show blurry images of perfect endings
From the decay due to the half-life
Is this logic or art?
Do we need to learn to redo our puzzles?
Not deceive ourselves when we find gaps?
Or is this both logic and art;
Is it the same at the half-life?