I hold a little secret
in the core of my soul,
in the backseat of my thoughts,
in every fantasy ... every dream.
Through my fingers it slides,
mixing with my essence.
Who am I?
Behind morning's dew,
between the river's drops,
along the highway of existance
I hold a little secret.
It pounds in my heart,
bringing smiles to my innocent mind.
Intriguing flowers and clouds,
stirring wonder to thoughts
of what I engage in behind closed doors.
I grasp on secrecy
covered with elements of holyness
yet bathed with impurities.
Silence empowers it ...
Destiny challenges it ...
The illusion of joy ... simplicity ... udder delight;
burried in the epidermis of my being,
I hold inside the glorious secret of life.