My Pieces
The pieces on the ground lay in front of me Please do not attempt to hand them to me Let me gather them when I am ready Don't give up on me just yet I will try to sort the pieces in time Do not sweep them up, hide them, or dispose of them The mess is mine, I own the pieces before me I have the strength to build from these very pieces If time runs out, if the clock even stops, I will do this Make better pieces from the pieces in front of me on the ground