Outsmarting the Riddle
couldnt quite say this question
everyone hints at it
but the wild card i am is at dismay
what could i say
the color scheme is disorder
the chaos of feg shui
something you keep trying to say
something well worth repeating
another player of this solitaire magic show
i wish i would disapear int my own footsteps
or crawl out of this empty shell
the stars seem so far away
glowing in the void
of formless questions
red carpet led me toward their shallow grave
on my shoulder
they repent and whisper
dig deeper sweetheart
its almost over
and look the other way
no easy way to outsmart the riddle
break down the masterpiec to a simple letter and send it along the way
something i could never say
too clearly
otherwise left here standing in my shadows
lurking from the hands in the anarchy
reaching out of the tears they weep
nervous laughter
and insanity
this is not the riddle
this is not the answer
food for thought that it is there
a way to outsmart the riddle
the changing formlessness
changing hands
to find you hiding fom yourself at last gasp
staining your own hands if you have it at last
Copyright © Troy Jeremy Nelson | Year Posted 2009
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