The Riddle of the Mind
Hope for the best,
Plan for the worst,
End up somewhere in the middle.
My life it seems
Is nothing more than a riddle.
A web of words,
With no meaning,
Causing joy, sadness,
Or a hopeless feeling.
A phrase can bring a smile,
But only lasting a little while.
We start with a laugh
But words always attack.
It takes one tongue to sting,
Or a simple melody
To cause a change of mind.
To flip the switch so suddenly.
So many memories
That stay and haunt me,
Setting my mind on an endless spiral.
It brings tears
And sometimes a smile,
As I pass through time
Sorting through the files.
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