#riddle fandom

And even after that, I can be gone in an instant

I am but a bit of a puzzle’s flesh,

If you wish to keep me, your patience I will test

And my body is bestrewn with tiny, winding streams

In its center, there moves a target;

An apprentice, a student

The process that creates; introduces, the beginning.

Amusement peppered with laughter.

The width of a middle,

These separate things make up the answers to this riddle

But just out of reach — it’s so familiar,

So sweet, so inviting.

I am the silent call. I am the creeping gnaw,

The need to bite; a gaping maw.

Though I am persuasive and loyal with no recision,

Don’t let me influence even your most meaningless decision.

For you could be on a clean streak,

but as an idea alone, I would make you weak.

A scent, caught in your nose!

“It’s only a dime,” you’ll suppose!

But don’t you forget, stay in the know

You can claim you don’t need me,

Or put me off.

Some do boast that they lack me,

and at those who do, others scoff.

You can hate me or love me,

It doesn’t matter which.

Because it is fact that if you wish to stay alive,

You do need my embrace, my kiss, to survive.