My Mind is a Mystery

A few poems about mystery and the way the world carries it.

Mystery

It's simple and clear
"What is?" You ask
The mystery, my dear
There are too many of them
None I'll ever be able to condemn
They run everywhere
In my stupid little head
They scratch and cry
And whine and whine
They are what define the most intriguing of minds'!
The problem is, they never unwind
They eat at my soul
With every bite, I am theirs
I am the mysterys' meaning of life
All coded in black and white
It's so obvious, can't you see?
They are friends with the killer bee
Inside your head; they live in thee
But quietly, very silently
Tell yourself you will survive
This cruel mystery that doesn't want you alive
Just try and try
To see beauty in its cries
Admire its foolish lies
Then smile as it dies