A puzzle piece misplaced who longs to be whole.
What will you do without me?
Sometimes I fit, sometimes I blend.
I may be connected or placed apart.
Not changing, but rearranging.

Spun around without a clue
Not even a hint of where I belong.
Mistakes occur without a doubt.
In the middle of disarray I can be shoved,
I can be pushed, but will not fit.
I’m not like the others,
More like unique.
I’m hard to figure out,
but find the right way and you’re just in luck.

How easy it is for me to break apart,
but put me together and you’ll fix me,
You’ll form a picture, you’ll form a life.
Just keep me from getting lost.