I sit at this desk, pen in hand,
Trying to decode the riddles you've left,
trying to read the message no one else could crack,

Its not that simple you see,
this poetic mess of words you've made,
the emotion swallows me whole,
and throws me up again,
by the time I've read it all,
my eyes are puffy and red,
tears flow down my cheeks,
because this riddle you have left me,
is about all you wanted me to be,
all you wanted me to see,

I continue on in this world knowing,
that someone had big dreams for me,
whether i was set out to accomplish them or not,
someone still took the time,
to set out my destiny.