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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