Riddle Poem

Unseen by others but you can’t remember
Wild fantasies explode even in mid-December
Anything can happen but only your there to see
Not always nice and what happens next is a mystery
This thing has no size and no apparent shape
It can give you a shock like a bite from a snake
Throughout the day you always think about it
But you can’t remember all merely just a bit
What is this thing? Only can be answered by some
Even if you’ve figured it out, tomorrow there’s another to come

poem by Talha Cheema
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