A Jigsaw Life

Sometimes I think I live a jigsaw life.
  Bits of me are there,
    And bits of me aren't.

I put myself together,
  bit by bit,
    piece by piece,
      but too often
      I all come apart.

Back in a heap,
  back in a pile,
    getting together's
      gonna take a while.

Is this
  the wrong piece
    going in the wrong place?
      Don't know
        until I try.

Sometimes I think
  that I'm missing bits
    and I'll never
      complete
        this puzzle.

And maybe I think
  that I never came with those
    to start with
      or that
        they were stolen
          or lost
            (or maybe both).

But I do the puzzle
  do the game
    but still I wonder
      if it's all the same.

Takes time
  to find
    the right piece.

Takes time
  as always
    to be sure
      to put myself
        back together
          again.

It would help
  I guess
  if
    I had the finished picture.

What do you think?