The Puzzle’s the Thing to Do
Few see puzzles as anything more, than a frivolous act, just a bore
no measurable outcome, fills up the day, but you may, go ahead, do some more.
But hold up, not so fast, missed something I think, an idea too deep, to ignore.
Cost nothing but time, I can do it real fast, but what am I missing, what’s the score?
Just a time-out activity, give the mind a nice rest, to tackle significant things.
Those aspects of life with a “purpose” are special, they produce what they say will be useful.
These things alas, a machine could be doing, aren’t I about more than that?
Inside I am more and I know, I believe, enough I just am, to be truthful.
I am real, I’m a being, who I already am, don’t need a set purpose at all.
But puzzles are too, that’s what they do, in a mess, at the first, you know well.
Not a product to sell, not useful at all except to the ones who were patient.
They know that the chaos, the challenge, the patterns all merge together in time.
They are part of a whole, a place anywhere, some fit in so well, you just wonder,
like a parent or artist who can look at their work and see, they are part of it all.
But it wasn’t so clear at the first they agree, that’s the fun, it’s just really a ball.
Tiny shapes, subtle colours and sides that confound and at first disconnected like letters.
The alphabet knows that together they’re great but alone they’re just nothing but shapes.
Attaching a meaning to them as they go, the pattern is hidden, but let go.
Those tiny black dotes on a plain film screen, they know how it goes, how the whole system works, but be patient know why, until the right time, stand back and enjoy the show.
Faith needs to be stretched, to be worked and reworked, be content, you are you, that’s enough, oh so true.
Believe me, believe you, it’s really quite fun, the puzzle’s the thing to do.
no measurable outcome, fills up the day, but you may, go ahead, do some more.
But hold up, not so fast, missed something I think, an idea too deep, to ignore.
Cost nothing but time, I can do it real fast, but what am I missing, what’s the score?
Just a time-out activity, give the mind a nice rest, to tackle significant things.
Those aspects of life with a “purpose” are special, they produce what they say will be useful.
These things alas, a machine could be doing, aren’t I about more than that?
Inside I am more and I know, I believe, enough I just am, to be truthful.
I am real, I’m a being, who I already am, don’t need a set purpose at all.
But puzzles are too, that’s what they do, in a mess, at the first, you know well.
Not a product to sell, not useful at all except to the ones who were patient.
They know that the chaos, the challenge, the patterns all merge together in time.
They are part of a whole, a place anywhere, some fit in so well, you just wonder,
like a parent or artist who can look at their work and see, they are part of it all.
But it wasn’t so clear at the first they agree, that’s the fun, it’s just really a ball.
Tiny shapes, subtle colours and sides that confound and at first disconnected like letters.
The alphabet knows that together they’re great but alone they’re just nothing but shapes.
Attaching a meaning to them as they go, the pattern is hidden, but let go.
Those tiny black dotes on a plain film screen, they know how it goes, how the whole system works, but be patient know why, until the right time, stand back and enjoy the show.
Faith needs to be stretched, to be worked and reworked, be content, you are you, that’s enough, oh so true.
Believe me, believe you, it’s really quite fun, the puzzle’s the thing to do.
