

I know the pieces fit Pieces fall to the barren earthI know the pieces fit by ~BloodAlwaysCold
Clicking, thinking, fitting in
Painting the sign of another rebirth
And a death at the hands of the wind
Their light is lit, the symbol is shown
But the path remains barren and cold
What is there in seeking the already known
Found the doorway but can't find the key
Chains locked, the gateway is shut
Buried in sand, lost in debris
Ka-thunk!
I look to my left at the pile of junk
Crash!
Blenders, toasters, vacuums galore!
A venerable appliance sale without a store
Ovens, computers, kitchen sinks, and more
Falling, assimilating, fitting their way
Wait, these aren't pieces
No one needs a lampshade