%riddles Poem by Laa Finita

When you ask, I answer,
I follow when you lead,
though I ask, you stay quiet,
Are you, a game, playing with me?

Never distinguishing,
your truths from your jokes,
though I'm quiet, I feel silly,
as everybody else, can do so.

As you touch me, are you feeling?
Am I walking the wrong road?
Though I'm quiet, can't help wondering:
May be I was quiet too long.

Do I need too much? , do I hope too much?
I want no more riddles to guess,
though I'm quiet, sadness's choking me,
I need your chest, for a rest.

La Finita