Fixed fragments I turned to be Since the gaping of these eye to reality A piece of me I give for free To sooth and calm their bleeding wounds This visceral shoulders, a burden borne For varying boulders upon it placed Only but a few will know How much a prick that comes with the thorns Little or none I do not mind If peace of mind is the price to pay I chose to love and cherish all The only debt we owe our maker My composure comes from life's lore long learnt Upon its cladness, my mind's eyes fed And now a bard it seems I am I bear these jigsaw puzzling tale