guessin' game.

i've got this secret running through my head.
Yeah, i got this secret sprinting through my mind.
It spontaneously cuts to the left and rams into the membrane of my cerebrum.
Without hesistation it turns right around and rams face first into another side of my brain. Yeah, it's running alright.
i got this secret moving in my head like a freight train.
Whoo whoo...
Full steam ahead; head on collision; crash after crash; thought after thought; crash after thought and thought after crash.
This secret makes me want to be something i've always dreamed of.
This secret makes me wonder if i'm insane and have forgotten what i stand for.
This secret has been in almost all of my dreams, constanly reminding me of the issue at hand.
This secret wants to make me choose.
This secret wants me to choose the answer that will tend the flutter in my chest.
It makes me wonder if i'm to listen to it.
It makes me wonder if i'm to live as if i were to die tomorrow or to wait and be disciplined in my faith in magic-- letting myself go out into the world and return, so that things will be new, yet foundational; different, yet the same.
It makes me wonder what life is, what life should be, and what life could be.
It makes me scared and excited; bitter and hopeful.
It makes me a boy and a man; a blind one and a insightful one.

i've got this secret seeping out my head like a soaked sponge.
i've got this secret pouring out of my mind like a bucket.
i've got this secret that is bursting through the seams of my brain like the cotton out of my mattress.

you wanna know what it is?



if i told you, it wouldn't be a secret, now would it?

shalom.