Unasked Ruse
There are puzzles
and there are games
There are ruses
And conundrums
And then there is this,
That is all those cubed.
There are problems
That go unanswered
And answers that go unasked.
Then there is this
That does not ask to be answered
But begs to be picked up
Fumbled,
Wrung
Pushed and pulled
Whilst it taunts you without so much as a word.
Like a wad of gum
That you cannot get out of your mouth
Not for want of trying
Infuriating
And when you do
And it’s thrown in a corner
Or hid under a bed
You will always know it’s there
It beckons even then.
And then you get those
Know it alls
That solve the unasked question
A reflection of our soul
When even they
Cannot leave it alone
And every day
Try to beat it quicker
Or in other multifarious ways.
Whilst they are sitting
Upside down
Or blinkered with monochromatic lenses.
The unasked question
Seems even then
To be completely elusive.
(C) Shafeesthoughts
15th January 2018
On the Rubix Cube.
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