Somewhere In the rubble Of this holocaust Lies the puzzle Where you swear There are pieces Missing. Taken away by the animal We never had. It's always hard to breathe When you feel like diving Head first Into the earth below the canyon side. Just to be rated as mediocre For your greatest effort. But as you requested, There will be an encore. The awestruck reaction To the command, 'jump' When it's responded with 'Only if I won't survive the fall after'. The lips that tasted Sweet like honey Are bitter with spoil And the grand plan For the white picket Perfect ending To a miserable life Didn't survive the flood That washed away The house we were never getting Or the hope we didn't have for it. It seems more and more Like the pieces really weren't there And maybe that's why You just stopped trying To create anything From the nothing you saw.