Tried to assemble the scrambled pieces
Still it would not make any sense.
Absurdity shackles me out of my wits,
As I chuckle at my apparent foolishness.

Nothing, it seemed, fell into place,
The distant yearning, a  childish game,
more I seek, more I go astray,
in muddling concepts, the trap has been laid.

All my suggestions fizzled out,
fickle ideas bombarded my brain,
thoughts tinkered with frightful spirits,
though I could not retrace my lost way.

In a final blow of haphazard symmetry,
the puzzle finally revealed itself,
pieces suddenly shimmered with brilliance,
as they returned to their scattered chaotic stasis.