Quandary

What puzzle lives

inside your brain

And keeps you up,

your thoughts unchained

 

What mystery keeps

your sleep at bay

As you lie awake

carried away

 

A path you walked

one thousand times

And still each trek

reveals a find

 

What knots are tied

within your head

That stone you’ve squeezed

until it bled

 

Your greatest friend

but for the toil

Each restful moment

tense and spoiled

 

Who is that ghost

what is its name

If it resolved

then what would change