Puzzle Box finding my way home in a world that is lost how do we know where to turn when all the doors are shut dig or climb... disappear or fly.... options of a storybook where the answers live always in the back to live a life of laughter to leave behind the loss I stand, mute unable to utter those magic words "help me" so they, you, pass by unable to see the strings that make me move that bind me to my puzzle box I cannot turn for I will tangle so I stand lost in a world with no open doors no windows to see light climb inside myself to a world where I can laugh where every road leads home and ever the stars hear my whispers. -SRD  2/12/01 unrevised