Secretly
Outside my window there’s a world
that sits back while we uncurl
its secrets
what it’s keeping.
To be honest it’s me it’s keeping
captivated, motivated,
my head up and I keep on leaping,
to keep the beat to beat the heat,
simplistically, physically.
I’m tired of all these falsities
and these groupings of people we call cities.
Perhaps we just move too fast
and can’t fasten what happened in the past
but it’s easy to think they’re cast away,
yet somehow they seem to stay.
But outside my window is a world
that sits back while we uncurl
its secrets,
what it’s keeping,
it takes my heart for safekeeping,
as my mind continues weeping
constantly, obnoxiously,
it’s my soul this world is reaping.
How does anyone
when in this life no one’s ever done
get the things they want
except at the threat of a gun.
and is that truly a win?
With a heart so cold
and a mind so bold,
can you let anyone in?
That’s what I need to know
because outside my window is a world
that sits back while we uncurl
its secrets
what it’s been keeping.
We watch as the stairs keep on steeping,
but we stay quiet as they keep sleeping,
and as say nothing as their demons keep creeping.
But we know
there’s air out there
that blows in their hair
that wins with that hare
with a single stare that keeps the game fare.
Out mountains keep us contained
or might just bring us to fame.
Stay acclimated, animated,
never let the shade make you fade,
stay on your toes, keep them jaded,
and maybe one day you might just make it.
Because outside my window is a world
that sways in time as we uncurl
its song
its rhyme
its secrets
what it’s been keeping
but truthfully,
secretly,
it’s been me it’s keeping.