Puzzel Pieces

Scene in small fragments scattered in abundance, not two shapes the same, yet alike. I set my search for the perfect answer, though it rests before my eyes is unrecognizable. Mindset of controlled chaos, gains are all of nothing, my choices abound, opaque in a crystal clear world. Yet choices must be made, success or failure await, expectations have become deep as a dry river bed. In my assembled frame work I feel safely embraced, this the easiest path, is now lost. Yet the search continues, in winning, what is the gain, the end is known. As the quest ages pieces join, regardless of my choice, parts fit together complex in their simplicity. I search now for voids, not visions, my never ending puzzle of life. Robert Gene Stoner Jr Free Verse 8/11/15