It’s awe striking how I,

ebullient and bold,

am the best of the secrets

yet to be told.

So many try to listen,

so many wait in pain,

to get to know the secrets,

of all of my refrains.

So many think of joy,

so many think of mirth,

hidden to the fact,

that it’s sorrow that is worth.

We’ve been barking up wrong trees,

for its hardships who can say,

the secrets that I hide,

the secrets of today.

Smooth seas cannot make you

the sailors you want to be,

I’ll tell you all the secrets,

come, embrace me!

– Life