Enough with the whining,
All are random jigs in a puzzle.
They fit, in coherence unknown to the world.
The jigs in a puzzle will fit.
∴ ∴ ∴ ∴ ∴ ∴ ∴ ∴ ∴ ∴
I’m filling my jig pieces bit by bit, and soon my puzzle ’ll be done.
I won’t be in this rust ruts anymore; see the odds are against me but I’ve to challenge myself because I need to live my dream.
I have a vision.