The Pieces

All we have is one big puzzle.
The pieces are scattered everywhere.
We spend forever trying to sort them out.
To find which ones match.
To dispel of the ones that cannot seem to fit together.
We get so aggravated while we turn and twist each one,
This way and that way, that way and this way.
We scratch our heads in mere curiosity,
While following some type of mental path in our minds,
To reach the end?
But no matter how many times we try to start at a different place of the puzzle,
We'll reach the same end result.
There is no one right place to start,
Nor is there one right place to end.
Puzzle.
Indeed, we are "puzzled."