A puzzle which is to be built
The pieces scattered across time
For a reward among-st all my guilt
Lies the punishment for a victim-less crime

Each piece a different clue
Leading nowhere to which I see
But all I ask is who?
And is it truly meant to be?

I can feel you in my dreams so real
Is it all a harsh trick of my mind?
Or am I being showed the real deal?
There is so much more left to find

Still pieces away from being complete
Hinting at a delicate fate
I hope one day we are blessed enough to meet
But in the mean time I guess I will wait