Riddle Poem by Michael Buchanan

you know what, writtings always been a riddle to me. i never understood how to put the words just right to click into your mind and get your attention. It is always just words put together, i dont know why i wonder if it was ever, meant to spend the worlds precious time typing out the feelings that we know and the feelings we just cant show. This is another riddle waiting to be solved. evolved from nothing into confussion and hurt. as we all relize at some point the riddle i write has no end. just meant to dissolve into the past. fading fast. I knew that it would never last. and this riddle never solved. Time and time again, the riddle falls.