Enigma

I am an enigma to many, a complete mystery for years they’ve tried to figure me out but they could only conclude that I am an enigma Science lies in wait As a tiger eager for its intended prey To study the brain cells that swirl in my head Oh, they will be so disappointed When they discover that even then They won’t know the pleasure Of finding the answers that they seek An enigma I don’t take offense Why should I When those that wonder Don’t know themselves They often guess and calculate Their rights and their wrongs I am not to be understood Or dissected under the microscope Of the world Just because they desire the knowledge Of who I am Does not justify the release of the answer The inquisition will remain Just as I will remain An enigma.