What if the world was a puzzle
And we were all just pieces
I pick up my first piece
It’s a part of the piped piper’s horn
I wonder what song he’s playing
The piped piper pipping away
As the children look up
Following the melody
Maybe the children
Don’t know where they going
Are they following blindly
What if I was one of the children
lost in his tune
Following him, without thinking
Or. would I decide to take a different path
(C) Anna Harper
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