Twisted Riddle
Twisting, turning,
Always searching
Riddles, mysteries,
Quests and puzzles
My life is full of questions
One after another
No help for me
Have to face it on my own
Search for clues
Fragments of stories
Knit them together to find an answer,
And pray it's the right one
Travel the maze
Multiple trails
Guess and pick
Choose my path
Blind to the dangers that lie ahead
Answers are never easy to find
Forcibly taken,
Unknowingly given
Tricks and lies
Are my enemies and allies
To use for me or against me
Why am I denied
My right to know?
My ignorance is lethal,
Yet I'm left in the dark
Have to take the long way through
When the answer is so close
And can be given with ease
Can I not be trusted?
Is my fate to fight,
For something that need not
Be fought for?
Simple questions,
Cryptic answers.
Pointed statement,
Evasive reply.
Must I continue to prove myself?
How long must I guess
Before someone gives me the truth?
How far must I go
Before I reach the last clue?
Facts given,
Conclusions up in the air
Why am I handed weapons
Without any idea how to wield them?
Even my life is a riddle
When the answer seems clear
It becomes muddled again
Something always changes
Variables never constant
Roles never defined
People never who they seem
Twisting, turning,
Always searching
For an end to the quest,
An answer to my riddle.
I have tugged loose the clues
Now I must string them together
To find the way out
Of this tangled web of tricks and lies
To find the truth
To end my trial
Become the hero
And end the Riddle.