The formless

...and humans are like a set of puzzles,
For the first sight they can't be understood,
Because they misled the sight and brain too,
This fool good hearts until they lie in pieces.

Humans possess occults of mystery,
Their mouth and soul spell it differently.
Their lives are formless and firm to change.
But it's hard to notice it, as emotions hides it.

The same body can be worn with multiple souls.
Reason for backstabbing and betrayals.
Like flowing water, they evolve over situation,
It's hard or impossible to see them not changed.

...on going with putting every detail together,
While playing to understand what we all are.
By the time you place the last piece of image,
To complete the game, its too late.