• Life is a puzzle that can't be seen until it's done.
    As I fit the pieces together, things make a little more sense.
    But everytime I look up, I find myself alone.

    Working hard in a light that keeps getting dimmer,
    I start to think I understand.
    But everytime I do, the light goes out.
    And I have not even a glimmer.

    The light comes on and I look outside.
    I find that the world keeps getting farther away.
    The point keeps getting lost to me.
    I wonder what's the point.
    Because the picture will never be seen.
    The day the puzzle is finished, is the day that I die.