Fair or Free

Pieces

I feel that humans are nothing but pieces.

Always changing,

Always evolving,

Old pieces being traded for new.

You never see the same person twice.

Every minute,

Every hour,

pieces are shifting,

ever changing,

to create something new.

As soon as we meet,

past and present begin to collide,

I start to be part of your past,

your present,

and maybe your future.

You don't realise your changes.

It's subconscious,

part of human nature.

We are a species that is always learning,

as thirsty for knowledge as a lion is for blood.

But then comes love.

The most powerful thing in the universe.

And when you fall into it,

you change differently.

You start to give them parts of yourself consciously,

trying to better them as much as yourself.

But it doesn't always work out.

It usually doesn't, actually.

The give and take falls out of balance,

with one taking more than they give.

And the other starts to widdle down to nothing.

Until they take back their stolen pieces,

and try to build themselves again.

I feel that humans are nothing but pieces.

Always changing,

Always evolving,

Always trying to build back up better than the last time.