My mind is full of mysteries
I show you them one by one
As Sherlock, you try to uncover
And as Watson, I give you clues
They are all crypted
I wait for you to decode them all
But Sherlock, double meanings always made you fall.
My smile was giving you the answers
But imagery was never your style.
You lost your touch, Sherlock.
I guess you'll have to stay for awhile.
But yet, you leave
I cannot blame you for not trying
After all, the challenge was mine.
I question if I made it too hard
Hid too many clues,
Or if you just never knew
That my eyes held the key,
But symbolism is hard to discover
Yet, you leave me for another.
I come up with more riddles, hiding more clues.
Waiting for another Sherlock to journey through.
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