Document 56

I keep searching for a puzzle

That’s different from everyone else

I try to find the mystery

That holds me back inside.

It resonates in the hollowness that I call my mind

And I hope for another enigma to find

Sometimes I see it staring back at me plainly

Sometimes I don’t see it at all

And the confusion leaves me dazed, for a moment

Or two, but it doesn’t matter

The game was just another empty promise

That I find extremely promising

And the world continues to turn, on and on

Another metaphor left in the dust

I am tired of searching for something that’s not real

Of solving a puzzle that doesn’t exist

Because when there is no complexity

There is only simplicity

And I am content.