Living Life As an Enigma

June 20, 2018

They pass by without a clue,

Few have tried to see the truth,

Those who have tried may see some,

But I always know the outcome:

Frustration,

Curiosity,

Constant interrogation,

Or maybe they just give up.

I love it when they try to see,

When they look in my soul,

Searching for something...anything,

But there's nothing.

Eyes that are like a one way window:

I see out but none see in.

It is possible though;

If the light hits it right,

When the angle is sharp enough,

It is possible.

Partly my fault,

For none seeing me for me,

For my true existence is a secret,

A secret one shall discover,

Only if they swim into the abyss without fear.

My soul is so deep,

There are corners I haven't even seen,

Curves I've never took time for,

Colors never discovered,

Thoughts never brought back to life.

So much to think about,

Many many thoughts and personalities for one,

Such a complex mind,

The life of the truly mature and gifted.

I know myself,

But I don't.

That is a true enigma:

One who is so unknown,

So dark and deep and complex,

They don't know all of them self.

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