Head, hands, feet,
Our body works together as one.
Logic, Emotion, Joy,
Every part fitting like a puzzle.
Saying we are only logic,
Is like saying we are just a hand.
A hand can't survive on it's own,
Logic is only a peace of the puzzle.
We say she is emo,
Is the head all we see?
Where are the eyes, legs and arms?
Just the head can't move alone.
The joy he has is his idinity,
We miss the mouth, toes, ears.
The puzzle is incomplete,
Without the little pieces.
We start at the four corners,
Of what the puzzle will be.
Sometimes we finish the border,
The part that holds it together,
The outside of the creation.
Maybe we push a few layers in,
We start to see a picture,
Coloring the art.
Then we get busy,
Maybe even forget.
The puzzle laying,
Waiting to show off it's unique art.