The Essence of a Clue

Some call me “enigma”

Some make me rhyme

Some weave my words just pass time

But I’ll tell you a secret.

I am not so peculiar.

You know me so well.

You might call me familiar.

A question.

An answer.

As you see up above.

You twist and you turn me.

You tease out my lines.

Only the clever may know me.

Only the keenest of minds.

A tangle of words.

A solution Embedded.

The answer in the question.

Perhaps you see where I’m headed.