Hidden away from sight,
Hidden away from probing eyes.
Hidden away from the prying curiosity of strangers.
Strangers that once were,
Strangers that might have been,
Strangers that we might be.
Hidden away from thought,
Stowed away for another day.
Another day that might matter.
Maybe not.
Another day that might be today.
Another day that might be yesterday.
Hidden away from speculations,
The very mention of rumors frightens.
What is knowledge?
What is courage?
Every motion read and dissected,
Every concoction met and consummated.
Nothing is for certain.
I am uncertain.
This much I am sure.
Of uncertainties that bind and wind,
Blind and grind.
This much and more,
That must be kept hidden.
A secret for eternity,
burnt up in an instant.
Maybe I'll know someday,
Maybe you'll know some way.
Maybe the probing and prying,
Hiding and praying,
Will end someday.
This much I am certain.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Till then,
I stay hidden.
