Open Mic

I am just a Puzzle Piece

The place I have always wanted to go...

Paris.

but I can't cause I'm a small town girl.

I'm a puzzle piece in a world of other puzzle pieces.

What makes me different?

Why am I, not the puzzle piece people want to pick up?

Why am I shaped this way?

How come I look this way?

I dream'd that I walked in Paris

but what happens to our dreams.

Do they Happen?

Do they Disappear?

But right when I thought I was convinced,

that I was not important.

I was put into the picture,

and the picture was Paris.