Puzzle

My thoughts are like a cardboard puzzle that maps out my life. I hold it with my bare hands with nothing supporting it at the bottom. It just stays gingerly in my hands for as long as I could hold it.
Many a times where I clumsily let go of it and all the pieces scatter all over the floor.
Then I'll have to pick them up piece by piece, figure out which piece belongs where and put them back together tediously.
This puzzle stays together until my butter fingers strike again and it all comes tumbling down.
Or till I find some super glue.