Complete

I can’t figure out my brain and so I’ll write it for a start,
I’ll make it into a picture so that I can understand in part,
How I feel and why I do things and what is wrong with me. 
I’ll pick up all the pieces of my brain like it were some discarded thing. 

I’ll find pieces on the floor and pile them up in a big mound. 
I’ll put them together like a jigsaw and complete the picture on the ground. 
I’ll focus on the colours,
Breathe them in and blow them out,
I’ll stare down at the image and figure out the scene,
Once I’ve completed the picture, I pray I understand what this all means. 

I can fix myself by fixing this,
I can make it right by making it,
I’m creating something from my memory,
And I’ll see what happens, see what comes to me. 

Because if I complete the picture, maybe I will know,
Maybe I’ll remember and these thoughts will go. 
Maybe I’ll feel real and not like I’m dreaming. 
I can see the picture start to make something. 

But as all the pieces come together, all I feel is fear. 
The pictures kinda foggy and more questions appear. 
Like is the picture finished, are there pieces missing?
Can I complete the picture or was it all a dream?

indie rock