Why do I make
These promises to myself?
That the pieces will finally fit
That the puzzle will finally be complete
That we’ll finally be together
Life is no jigsaw though
How can I think this way?
My thoughts are being drained
Swirling down the drain
Disappearing forever
My problems are solved
Yet they still float around
Not fully contained
Just drifting
Maybe I want to play
Another game
But some how
I can’t stop playing
This one
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