A Discourse In Distortion

An infinite jigsaw puzzle
With distorted edges and a path of struggles
No end in sight
No pieces fit
I haven't found my own solution
My failure, my only remission
No answers, no sense, no meaning
Only a delusion, a small chaos
Why should be things easy to understand? 
A puzzle in piece
Or a piece in a puzzle
I am an unasked question
With these broken fragments have I walked thus far
With few more of them I intend to fly just a little more far. 

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