An Option.

I am that puzzle you got a couple years back.
You know the one at the bottom of your closet?
The box I resign inside of is a little beat up,
but interests you nonetheless.
I may be difficult to figure out,
but is that a reason to not even attempt to put me together?
Every once in awhile, you glance my way,
contemplating whether to open my box and fix a mess,
but is it even worth your time?
After all, I am impossible, right?
No, I'm not. I'm simple really.
I have a few pieces for you to lock together.
A few pieces for you to ponder.
A few pieces until you can look at me.
Gaze at what I have to offer.
A few pieces, a few tries, a few options.
But here I stay, at the bottom of your closet.
Resigning in my box.
Because that's all I'll ever be, an option.