Construct this jigsaw Laced with your true intentions I can't figure out Who the hell or What the f** we are What is this? Love poems with Cupid as a martyr? Collapse under the crushing wonder Wonder Core curiosity Drives my stomach eating itself alive Discovering sweet In the heart of a chameleon My starving Stomach eats itself alive This puzzle Relying on projection You can't figure out Who the f** Or where hell we are Or how to even care