Riddles...
One leading to the other,
A hellish blizzard of words,
Twisted, turned,
Spite and sly;
Sharp...
With cognition and recognition.

Lost between stride and fall,
Strings lobbed over,
Gobbled up;
Strings...
That dive,
From Conscious
Into the Subconscious.

So far they are,
But...
Will they be?
Maybe,
Perhaps,
Probably;
Or....
Maybe not.

Then what??

“Think!!”
I am..
Am I?
I MUST!!
Should I?
Maybe,
Perhaps,
Probably;
Or...
Maybe not.