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Some puzzles aren't meant to be solved |
Pieces Building up the pieces Scattered all around A border, framed yet crooked The picture's left unfound Forever left a mystery For fear it will prove Too bland, grand, lacking history … or just too far removed From images we advertised The colours on display With tones and textures flattened by The games we choose to play The lies we tell to sell our truths The feet we leave in doors The mysteries we market, smooth The worms on hooks, their draws We draw them out, long like a blade Cut down forbidden fruits Incisions cut, to make a mark Down back streets, scenic routes Just hoping that when pictures form They live up to the dream All the things we want and more And everything between Between the goods we promised first And produce that we bring Stakes bluffed brought to tables, raw A con fit for a king To get into a maiden's heart Before they see in yours To prove you could still play your part Despite the picture's flaws Too soft and yet too sharp to view The resolution scares In case the puzzles left unsolved Rest easy... you are there Midst pieces scattered far and wide Mixed up, distanced, near Some people, they were born inside ... sometimes the picture's clear |