The Riddle

It’s like a riddle that none of us can answer.
My mouth is scared to utter any word.
I don’t think it’s making me better.
In the dark my thoughts are cold.

We are the enemies of ourselves.
I hold back when you give in.
It’s a fight that we’re both trying to win
Yet you hate the thought of leaving.

Nothing is gained but emptiness.
Thoughts about you are vague.
We can’t assume a single thing
For uncertainty is very clear.

Before I get through this maze,
I might just find my way back.
Roads might be covered with haze,
But I’ll try walking ahead with luck.

In the middle of the road I sit.
Patience has taken its toll on me.
If you’ll ask me the puzzling question,
I’ll just close my eyes and walk away.