Just Another Broken Piece

my purpose? not as easy to find as hugo's...do i have one? or am i a part that was molded wrong, that can't fit to make a clock, or a train, or a toy mouse..? hugo didn't think about those parts...but don't all those deformed metal pieces get turned into something new? a fitting piece? or maybe my broken piece just feel through a crack in the pavement, and got paved over, and over, and over again...until it couldn't breathe, until it couldn't hold up the weight of the people and the world, and so the broken piece just...broke. for good. ...then, yes. i am that broken piece. just a few more pavements to go, and i'll break. for good. ...maybe one day...someone will feel me underneath, and save me. you know? like the princess and the pea...but, that will never happen, because someone like that only exists in movies..which are dreams. that kind of person only exists in my dreams. my mind, heart, and soul. my dreams make me. and now i know that i cannot be saved. because i would have to play both roles, right? the broken piece and the make believe dream person who finds it. i am both. ...but, i cannot save myself...