I’m a puzzle piece that has been placed in the wrong box. A piece that will not put together the picture on the cover, but will assemble the picture that should be there. A piece that doesn’t belong to the box in which it has been placed. A piece that everyone longs to find but never will, without faith in mass numbers. The wrong piece in this box, but the right piece to the right puzzle. The puzzle that won’t exist with the way things are going now. Heads must be turned and eyes must be opened wider in order for the picture to change. So do the searching people a favor and take that misplaced piece and place it in the hands of the tired pursuer. Give them a break and show them the piece of peace.