Puzzle Piece

Life is like a puzzle

The whole picture is only seen at the end

Piece by piece, moment by moment it builds up

In a second it can be destroyed

After an earthquake you put the pieces back together

Brick by brick, puzzle piece by puzzle piece

Who knows what it will turn out to be in the end

Who knows if it will ever be finished 

All I know is that I have a puzzle piece in my hand


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