Puzzle Pieces

We are made of puzzle pieces, Shoved into place one by one. One goes here, another here, We'll put one there for no reason at all.

Some people find their fit right away. Congratulations! You got it right. Others are not so fortunate. Their shape is jammed again And again And again Into a space too small for their soul Or a place too big for their purpose

One thing after another whittles slivers off our essence each time we are jammed into the wrong space. Sometimes, if you are unlucky enough, You simply dissolve before you find what you are looking for.