Poem: Puzzle

There's a puzzle in my mind
that I think of all the time,
where the pieces do not fit
and I sometimes can't stand it,
but the pieces are my life
and I'm blessed with little strife,
so I settle down to write
it's my only way to fight,
at the madness that I see
and the way it consumes me,
nothing lost and nothing gained,
so my life will stay the same,
but I pray to God for change,
as I'm looking for the Way,
but there's nothing more to say,
I am Mute.
Waiting for time to pass;
My Only Answer.