In just one second
Its broken into a ten thousand piece puzzle
With no picture to assist with rebuilding

The pieces have no colour
They cannot be picked up or put down
And its hard know whether to start or leave

Because once its rebuilt
There is no glue to hold the pieces together
And it will break easier than last time

If it breaks again
There will be too many pieces to count
And they'll be even harder to find

So you learn to lock the door
And not let anyone in the sacred room
That holds your puzzle

But whats the purpose of the puzzle
If it cannot be viewed by more than one person
And the time spent building it is not appreciated.

So you give one person a key
And hope that they will handle every piece with care
Thinking you might let more people in one day

Suddenly you notice pieces missing
And the puzzle begins to look incomplete again

The one person with the key
Left the door open
And now you start all over again