“I Am Enigma”

 

 

His history feels like a dream

 

So real he can feel it.

 

 

 

his Jests are confused for truths

 

 his truths for fictions.

 

 

 

His beliefs change with the wind

 

His core is an oak.

 

 

 

 

He’s committed to love but loves many

 

Yet loves only one.

 

 

 

He’s a stable madman.

 

 

A violent pacifist

 

 

 

He’s a modest

 narcissist

 

A Walking contardiction

 

 

A realist, a dreamer.

 

 

 

He’s a social recluse

 

 

Leading the parade in his head.

 

 

 

He’s simple

 

 

He’s complex

 

 

 

 he’s an enigma

 

 

Even to himself.