I Would Rather Be

Let them be as tattered paper,
loose, fluttering in the wind,
having no direction
I would rather be a puzzle
falling perfectly into place, being connected
to everything around me, having a purpose

To have a perfect math
always knowing what's to com
passing the days contently fitting in
never changing or moving out
of place

I'd rather me a perfect piece
than having no sense of connection
always lost and wandering aimlessly
path ever changing, no permanence

I'd rather spend my
days in orderly peace
Than be lost
without a cause
I would rather be a puzzle