Pieces of Me

Is it really a dilemma or something that my mind conjures?
I want to feel complete, by picking up and adding pieces to my artwork
Sometimes its the pebbles that are thrown my way , sometimes its the feathers
Most of the time, they are shards of my broken dreams.

I spend too much time making a patchwork of my life
But the patchwork quilt doesnt quite keep me warm
I am still sleepless and searching
Maybe its time to start collecting newer gems lying on the sands of my idyllic beach
Maybe then, I can lie down on the warm sand and finally fall asleep