Thoughts to words to smiles or hurts
The things we think or do or say
The things we feel or hear or play
Truth shrouded with cloaks of all kinds
Feelings and thoughts are fragments
Of an undone jigsaw puzzle.
How many of us have the presence of mind
To put into place each and every piece
To fit and fix hearts and souls
In the right space?
How long should it take to complete?
When does on give in to defeat?
Why must we always tear it down
once all the pieces are in place?