Extra Puzzle Piece

As the time ticks I’m taken back

The roar of the disenchanted is my Delorean

Transported to a world in which it seems we’re running out of time

The grains fall with contempt as I view us on the brink.

I am an extra puzzle piece

Nothing more, nothing less.

With eyes filled with hope and yearning, I gaze upon the world

As I utilize 1/5th of my senses across the globe,

I notice there’s no where for me to fit in.

Lost and distrustful I stare down the finished product

I’m flushed with envy

Where do I belong?

For I am merely an extra puzzle piece