A Game We All Must Play

I stand before a puzzle with many open spaces
and a lonesome puzzle piece missing a home.
So many different places it just might fit in,
but only one where it will belong.
My puzzle piece is special, with just a single space
where it can finally settle, and find its special place.
I fear in my soul that the puzzle piece won't fit,
or somehow the puzzle chose my piece to omit;
but worse, I fear my piece will land upon a place
that can but end in one way: its imminent disgrace;
and what appeared as stable ground hid loathsome deep quagmires
where dreams for future melt away as meager lost desires.
This is the risk we all must take, a game we all must play,
for choices fall on all of us (in this we have no say).

I look upon a puzzle with many open spaces
and my only puzzle piece seeking to belong.
I'll weigh all my choices and learn all I can
to help my little puzzle piece find its way home.

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