Red Herring

I am bent
on writing something
you won't decode.
you never know,
when I will slip in
a little hint,
a little red herring.

I am bent,
on unpredictability
you won't predict.
eat your heart out,
trying to untangle
the threads;
the secret words.

From now on
deciphering me
will not be half as easy
as you make it seem.