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Secrets
I have a secret
It is mine, only mine
Fine, I will tell you
But
Only
If
You
Do
Something
For
Me
Here is what you need to do:
Tell me a secret
A tale for a tale
Something
That
Drips
Down
Your
Soul
Just a little secret
A tiny tale
A cookie crumb
An apple seed
It’s good to share secrets
Shavings of the heart
Sometimes those secrets
Can t e a r y o u a p a r t
Oh, my secret?
Come, come over here
Bend down over
Let me whisper in your ear
Maybe
My
Secret
Is
That…
Maybe I don’t have a secret
Don’t be silly, everyone does
Without secrets,
Life would be like static fuzz!
Well…
What if your secret changes?
Then mine will too.
You’ll have to find a new one.
It’s
Up
To
You
Can a secret be big?
Can a secret be small?
Yes, they can!
They encompass them all.
Shhhhhh!
Did you hear that?
The slip
Slippery
Slip?
It’s just like the drip
Drippity
Drip
It brings us back in a circle.
Maybe that’s all that a secret is.
A circle, going
Near to Far
And
Far to Near
Oh, but what about about my secret?
I guess you’ll never know.
And if you’ll excuse me,
It’s
Time
To
Go
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Lies
I have told a lie
Have you?
Mine was very small
Was yours?
Or was it very big
Was it?
A lie can be a blizzard
Or a tiny little flake
A boulder
A pebble
A dragon
A snake
One lie leads to another. From two, to three. Three, to four. On, and on, and on, and on. Around and around and around. Music playing, in my mind. Drowns out the truth. What if you replace one with two? Is that a lie? Or is it true? Could it be? One, two, three? Is everything connected? Or will it fall apart? Am I a lie? Am I true? Are you a lie? Are you?
Lies are false. But… wait! Are they true? It’s up to me, and it’s up to you.
If
I
Tell
You
A
Lie,
Will
You
Tell
Me
One
Too?
If you write down a lie, it becomes material,
Dripping
Down
The
Page.
But, no, it doesn’t become true. It stays as
False
As
If
It
Were
Unsaid.
Left behind,
Far away,
You will soon,
Soon say,
“What was I thinking, telling that lie?
It couldn’t have gone worse.
Truth always brings forth light.”
And the truth of this matter,
It’s time to say,
Goodbye!
3
Dreams
Wait! Did you see that?
Deep inside your mind?
It’s buried very deep.
Truly hard to find.
A dream is a whole entire world, buried inside your head.
It is an animal and, coming awake at night, it sneaks through your thoughts,
leaving behind telltale traces.
To find one you must delve
Down
And
Down
And
Down
I cannot
I
M
A
G
I
N
E
Having no dreams.
Life would be boring,
Falling apart at the seams.
Dreams are real.
But then, they are not.
Hot is cold
And cold is hot.
Hidden away
behind the beams
There you will find
The source of dreams
A wisp of mist
A curl of smoke
A wave of water
Ready to soak.
But…
Could the source of dreams be us?
The human soul?
But no, dreams control us
They control
Why are there dreams?
I’ll tell you why.
For
When
You
Want
To
Linger
When you don’t want to wake up to the world
But eventually you have to
You have to say goodbye to this sweet, sweet, dreamland.
But now, it’s time to leave.
Wake up!
?
Epilogue
We’ve shown you secrets and lies and dreams. But those were ours, not yours. You have many as well. Bring them out to the surface.
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