Puzzled Expressions

My sonnet remade into a song

My original poem:

There must be something more to all of this
A piece I missed so very long ago
That I will never know the gainful bliss
Of finishing this puzzle that we show
Each other without even wondering
About the way the world came to be
Conceived of fashionable blundering,
Adorned by our great plundering decree,
Because we only see the pleasantries
Afforded by the bigger picture played
For us who claim the Forest’s equities
Yearning to be made like a piece displayed;
Something to be laid far more beautiful,
Then burnt beneath the hottest crucible.

Reworded and extended by LLMs: