The Puzzle Maker

She moves the pieces in her mind

A riddle's twist a thread to find

Shadows dance on the edge of her thought

The answers hide where they're never sought

She smiles like she knows the end

But every turn begins again

The puzzle maker spins her wheel

What’s the secret what’s the deal

Every corner’s sharp yet bent

Her labyrinth is never spent

The room is silent but her hands hum loud

A thousand whispers in a shifting crowd

Each piece a story a jagged clue

She builds the maze but she’s lost in it too

What if the puzzle’s not meant to be solved

What if the edges were never involved

She stitches chaos in threads so tight

And unravels it all by candlelight

The puzzle maker spins her wheel

What’s the secret what’s the deal

Every corner’s sharp yet bent

Her labyrinth is never spent