A puzzled piece I am, with crooked edge
Unique beyond the eyes of those who see
Confused of what the others say I am
No place to show them what I really can
The picture isn’t clear what I must be
No peace of mind to see, no clarity
I only have much time, but time not free
I’m running out of time, much like a prix
No precious moment wasted with regret
Each time too costly, squander with no fret
Though much like every puzzle that I know
Just bit by bit, my little world will grow
And all that I must do is find my pair
Our perfect match is best, our life we’d share
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