Am I just a fool to think I have changed? All my past a reminder of how I was arranged. Each piece was placed on the table with care. Like a puzzle I was made, I wonder is that fair?
Each experience a piece to a picture make.What happened when I turned the table over? Did the picture break? Did the picture when picked off the floor, Have the same picture or did it become more?
I pray I put the pieces back to make me a new. But like a puzzle alot doesn't fit. So what can I do? Must I conform into the frame? I now new yet the picture looks the same.
Is it that the puzzle is only what you see? Or is the finished picture really truely me? Am I more than circumstance? The true picture yet to behold? Or am I held to a world of chance. Born only to grow old?
So many question. A puzzle all in all. A troubled spirit To whom would you call?
Originally Posted On Site: 2010-01-24 09:21:54
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