A Life Of Mystery

Some say I'm straight Ice candy stick frozen
no flaws.
Some say I'm ruthless as a snake deep in the forest.

How sweet to think they know me; life a garden
 Infested roaches and mites.
How beautiful a garden ought to be , life is cruel itself
As I cover myself beneath them. No one deserves to know
Such a beautiful soul

Sunday a day that could bring light
and just as the sunset sets darkness tends to fill
and I will still be out of sight.
I'm a mystery ...

Like a ghost they speak my name with false tales ,
tales I had not known existed.
Like a ghost I wonder through the night it is not fear
but a wall of protection.

Just as flowers has its days of a time being near
it recovers a mystery we ought to be.

Shortly day turns into night as a humble bee enticed
noteless I lie in bed with a smile .