I wish I was a puzzle
And that all my pieces fit
In a nice pretty picture
With a description on the lid

Everyone could understand me
I could understand myself
I'd be clear and concise
With a home upon the shelf

I'd be frustrating and tedious
And often not found fun
Pieces would be missing
And I'd never really be done

I guess it's wishful thinking
I suppose I should stay
As a person not a puzzle
For yet another day
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