It’s puzzleing

When you were a kid you just wanted to grow up
Your dream house and dream job would simply show up
And life’s jigsaw pieces would fall into place
As you worked out your rhythm, your timing and pace

But then someone stepped on your rose-colored glasses
Now it’s coffee and homework and six A.M. classes
Your jigsaw is missing some pieces, it seems
You can’t seem to locate your childhood dreams
It’s no longer the picture they show on the box-
It’s tears and frustration and writers’ blocks.
(psst- they say Prince Charming is a polygamist
but Tom, Dick and Harry are nice guys
for a plain girl like you.)

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