I TALK IN RIDDLES, THEY SAY
A wandering mind set loose on its path as it may, Wanders aboard timeless thoughts they say It might reach the sky or the dark abyss And yet they say I talk in riddles When a mind full of thoughts is let loose It's like a cross between a hippie and a recluse The facts are as clear as they are to be And yet they say I talk in riddles They say my thoughts are profound and meaningful And then they say I complicate the usual It's hard to grasp what they really intend to convey And then they say I talk in riddles People may believe the unbelievable, They may trust in the blatantly untrustable How untrustable could a person's ideals be? And they still say I talk in riddles Yet eventually, it's good not to be understood sometimes Mysterious people have their own charm Why let everything out in the open to the judgmental audience? It's good to be surrounded by this world, wandering and confused! Peace!