A Pulse Of Believe

A dream full of missing pieces,
Still eager to meet the puzzle.
A picture full of missing colors,
Still eager to meet the painter.

Looking around packed streets,
Full of strange pieces painted faces.
Feeling around dirty hearts,
Full of strange patches painted vessels.

Racking my brain searching 
Those pieces that picture,
Slapping my vessels pursuing
Those pieces that picture.

Looking around packed streets,
Full of strange pieces painted faces.
Feeling around dirty hearts,
Full of strange patches painted vessels.

A pulse of believe type
Shakes my heart and wipe
Those strange pieces painted faces
Those strange patches painted vessels.