A mystery,
or am I?
What am I?
Who am I?
Where am I?
Am I?
Hidden in the mists of ignorance,
I wait for you,
or do I?
To find me you merely have to look,
or do you?
Could I be the truth,
staring you in the face?
Merely look outside your secure little world,
and I will be there for you,
ready to come into the light.
To show you great secrets,
or open your mind.
Will I open your eyes,
or disrupt everything you know?
I am,
an enigma.
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