Friday’s Riddle
The oxymoron that causes stress.
I am better than the best
but not better than the rest.
Flashy yet inconspicuous.
No laughter.
Simply ridiculous.
See through blind eyes
Flying while I walk.
Hear though nothing is spoken
Speechless
even when I talk.
I know even when I dont know how
I just know
low or high I’m that same guy
I am hello. I am good bye
No faith in man, but I believe in you.
Materials are worthless,
but hold value, too.
Let the games begin
Good and evil each will win
What Am I?
