I enjoy the unraveling,
the debunking,
the revealing.
I live for the challenging,
the confronting,
the annealing.
The mystery’s only fun
when the chase has begun,
and the puzzle isn’t puzzling
’til I’ve given it a spun,
and revealing the riddle
isn’t the end of a case,
but the death of a hurdling,
intellectual race.
I devour the swindling,
the perplexing,
the conspiracies.
I live for the kindling,
oh so vexing,
sweet mysteries.