I am a Jigsaw
With pieces that don’t fit
But squeezed in that tight
They accidentally snap.

I am a lake
Minus any water
Which has been scooped
Up in the air
Like ice cream
And dumped randomly
Two miles away.

I am a dream
Slipping on a beat
And a thread
That untangles
Into a storm.

I am like the
Beginning of the road
Swapped round
With the middle
Leaving you thinking
I am everything
You think I am not.

I am everything
You think I am not.

I am everything
You think I am not.

I am everything
You think I am not.