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.