Except all the pieces fit
Every change you make
The picture changes
And one thing is true
There is no solving
The puzzle of life
I was working on a puzzle this afternoon. A beautiful picture but a hell of a job to make. Thousands of pieces and only one fits. So unlike life. But the endproduct will be a perfect picture. Because if there is only one way, that way is perfection.
Not my finest work but I am not perfect so can't expect perfection every time.
Not my finest work but I am not perfect so can't expect perfection every time.
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