RIDDLE MAKER

It’s not so fun on the other side of the cryptogram

When they’re trying to crack the keys to your mind

Cataloguing what’s inside into public knowledge

It was you who turned my mind into a riddle

Which we’re fighting to solve first

You who wish to kill its light

I who want to save it

It is like this, put simply:

I reach out with hopeful eye

Happiness winks, dissolving –

Only another hologram you projected

On the wall while I daydreamed

Happiness smiling and dancing away

But there’s still you, the riddle maker

Making riddles in my heart

However, I present to you your karma

As your riddles and mine combined

Are insolvable and inseparable like those cubes

The impossible ones with the dimensions all wrong

And right at the same time –

So congratulations.

You and me

Neither of us can solve me