I am an enigma unto myself.
Who lives behind these dull orbs of bright blue?
Someone or something I don't even know.
Who is this "I" I keep referring to?
I am an enigma unto myself.
I do things and say things I don't understand.
Strange thoughts race around inside my head.
Is it ever possible to know me?
I am an enigma unto myself.
I look in the mirror, and wonder who
Could be staring back at me. A stranger
Who's vaguely familiar. Is it really me?
I am something no one can comprehend.
In that respect I'm no different from you.
Very profound musing... i enjoyed it!
ReplyDeleteGood day!
Mayhap it's an *age thing*.
ReplyDeleteThere are times when my name escapes me.
It comes to most of us.
Never mind. Forget it.
I always do.
Do what?
Dunno.