I'm nothing close to a lustrous, white pearl that remains safe and intact inside an oyster.
Born under a layer of clarity,
loved amongst a shoal of colors,
I'm nothing like the glistening ocean
surface that sparkles under the
brightness of the sky.
I don't think it's worth it for you
to waste your time on a puzzle that
has lost its significant piece.
To find and to hope for a find is just
false in promise - for a piece does not
appear in the infinite as and when you wish.
Why devote yourself to such complexity and uncertainty?
Just why?