When I was young the steps were clear

The path to success was so close, so near

 

As I grow older these puzzle pieces once so big begin to zoom out

It turns out that what I thought were 4 pieces, doubled in size and continued to sprout

As I grew older the pieces continued, what once was 16 turned 32

As my eyes clear, the pieces do too

 

And as I grow older now nearing college

The pieces have grown infinitely in size

Lacking in one thing all honesty

Out of the millions of pieces only a few have been placed

Others I’m still unsure of their place

 

When starting puzzles they say to begin with the frame

But now their telling me to start with the brain

In the center of the piece

Is where they say I’ll find some peace

But the pieces for my center are still lost

 

And I know what they say isn’t true, you never begin with the brain

But the pressure is sometimes so hard to displace

That I pleasure their thoughts by starting the brain

 

Faking the pieces that are lost under space

Placed under millions of puzzle pieces

 

I know I must always start with the frame

But they force me to start with the brain

So that they can see the ending picture much faster they say,

But I know that’s not near