There is a puzzle 
It has thousands of pieces 
The pieces all different shades of grey
It's difficult to find which way 
To place your pieces and make them fit 
It may appear to be where it goes 
When it's not infact, now you've upset the flow 
You might have to go back to pull out a few pieces 
For a time the puzzles progress ceases 
Start over again and find a piece to place 
Now there is one dilemma here we face 
There is a time limit on this puzzle we make 
Tactics are another choice we face 
Do we take our time or see it as a race 
We can rush and put pieces together as fast as we could 
If your very lucky ya might find they would 
Slot mostly  into the places they fit 
so when times up and ya look back at it 
The puzzle only had a few missing parts 
Parts that fit tight here and there 
But to play it this way could also end 
Badly if your bits don't bend 
There maybe alot of holes 
Pieces scattered everywhere achieving no real goal 
So then theres the other tact 
Be cautious of the bits you pick 
Look very close before you try make them stick 
Now this has also two ways it ends 
We run out of time never reached the end 
If you have a good eye perhaps you'll choose 
The right pieces and you'll win not loose 
These are all decisions we will be faced 
Go it slow, make it a race, try and wing it here and there,
Some will end well some not fair  
Some will make you cheer and sing 
Some you'll say what was I thinking  Some will make you mad and end in strife 
In this puzzle we all call life