Riddles, riddles,
everywhere it mingles.
In the faces of people,
or a drop of an apple.

Ask Issac Newton,
even he doesn't have a solution.
To why riddles mingle,
with life's jingles.

From each riddle,
we derive a clue.
And each clue we fiddle,
still, we can't know what's true.

These riddles make life so mysterious
and yet it makes life so interesting.
No one actually took it so serious,
Because serious is just so boring.

It'll be dull if we know the answer,
to each riddle and the one after.
Though the answer will be ones sorrow or laughter,
curiousity makes us pursue the answer.

The risk we take to find the explanations,
are often blinded by our own emotions.
Blindly we cross this sea of machinations,
whether we end up safely, is another question.

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I'm cranky. Yes. I'm bored. I've got less than an hour of sleep in the last 48 hours. Mum's sick. I'm broke. Interview coming soon. Freaking mind playing with me.

Gah. ZzZz.






I wanna hug and just stay there~~ =(
  ¶ 3:11 AM