Mosaic’s made of broken pieces,
Small fragments, particles of whole.
Perhaps, this concept is the reason
Demand is high in this fast world.
We always rush, there is no doubt
Too many things are left behind.
Just, at some point, to find out
That it’s too late – we can’t rewind.
Alas, this all may seem prosaic,
In fact, there is no easy start.
I hope that, someday, mosaic
Will be composed of my heart.