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 , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. I love the straightforward truth in that!

  2. “Everybody plays each other. That’s all anybody ever does. We play parts.” – Firefly 😀

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