I am...

A mystery.

To you

and to me.

And even if

I’m supposed to

know me,

I am a mystery.

To me

life’s all a mystery

because how do you know happiness

if you’ve never been happy?

And how do you know sadness

if you’ve never been sad?

And what if

your sad is your happy

and your happy is

unknown?

And how do you find it?

And how would you even know?

And since life

revolves around emotions,

aren’t they

one in the same?

So

since life is a mystery.

A mystery

to me

and to you.

And since I

am a mystery,

I’m doing life right.

Right?