A puzzle lays before my eyes, <br />mixed and mingled with no connection. <br />So many different pieces begging to unite <br />under a common goal of becoming perfection. <br />Each piece represents part of who I was, <br />who I am, and who I am to be. <br />The only problem is that my perfect picture <br />does not take a single form but shifts <br />as my feelings, opionions, and beliefs vary ever so often. <br />My heart yells, 'TAKE ONE FORM! ! ! ' <br />as my picture passes from soothing to storm. <br />It burns to know everything of the life I wish to live <br />but to know nothing about why my passions only peak <br />at moments when all that is left is faith. <br />How can it be, that the only thing that I have full belief in, <br />is the one thing of which there is no proof? <br />It befuddles my broken belief <br />into nothing but mere blinded hope. <br />I shift the pieces as my mind goes berserk; <br />fixating not on piece by piece, <br />but rather on the picture as a whole. <br />My mind belittles my heart, <br />'I CAN NOT DO THIS PUZZLE IF MY LIFE DEPENDED ON IT' <br />...but wait; could that be the answer? <br />If my life were to rest on completion of an altering enigma, <br />what could I rest my faith in to make assurance in what I gamble? <br />THATS IT! ! ! Flip the board, see the white <br />give myself a new story to write. <br />A story that is stain free and can never be converted. <br />For the true Puzzlemaster, never leaves his pupil deserted!<br /><br />Trevor Schulte<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-puzzlemaster/
