Secrets make little pitter patter paths

Blue green and yellow, all colours of the

Rainbow. I follow in its footsteps. From the

Glass rooms, from the woods, from the

Concrete. Sometimes I tire, sometimes I admire

But always I die a little more death. Till my

Heart smells of mothballs. Its Time I stop and

smell out different kind tree for me.

Bye bye my secret world. Bye bye and good riddance

you beautiful monster.