Enigma

It wouldn't be a lie to say You're an enigma to me At times, you are so warm and open Then, turn and shy, like a wild pony You disappear for long intervals, And then become all chatty. From silent, to reserved, to revealing, The contrast can drive me batty! It seems you have a tug-of-war That's going on inside The things you have yet to resolve Leave you unsatisfied. From young-at -heart, to feeling old Preoccupied with death You contemplate on many things With each successive breath. One moment, you're a loner The next, hungry for love From daily mundane struggles, To seeking God above. You're a puzzle; you're a riddle You're complex, yet simple too You're a challenge; you're exciting But best of all, you're you!