Questions

What's in my mind?
Is it okay to find?
Well what can you see?
Of what's really me?
In the riddle and rhyme?
Is it real? Is it slime?

Question me, dearly
To see me clearly

Can you see me?
Could it really be?
Through the thickness of grime?
That I leave behind?
That little treasure box?
Of the cunning fox?
Is this me thinking?
Or is this me blinking?

Ask me no questions
And you'll get no answers
My words will beckon
Until you get cancer

Look out, I'm back
Now read through the stack
Of words apart
That then become art
To see in my mind
Now what will you find?

Illusion
Confusion
Intrusion
Delusion

Question my thoughts
To see what I've brought
Dropped on the table
Are you ready, or able?

Questions all rise
To see through disguise
I dropped on your eyes
To ask me why