Parts
We all play parts,
so many, so varied,
but part of me
just wishes I could be a whole-
no more parts,
incomplete,
but I guess then the search
for the other pieces
would be done..
And what would the point be then?
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Posted on May 29, 2013, in Life, Poetry, Writing and tagged life, Poetry, reflection, speculation. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.
I love the straightforward truth in that!
“Everybody plays each other. That’s all anybody ever does. We play parts.” – Firefly 😀