Your eyes search for a secret in everything,
A secret path, a secret hope, a secret rebellion...
In your turmoil, in your disasters, that you can't rise above;
It is sheer madness, or a wild crave,an undeniable urge,
To get to know what is in the end...
All this we go through, what for?
Time passes... life unfolds, people come and go,
Immature steps convert to mature ones,
But still, the secret remains;
You get lost in the maze..only to find later
You have been running nowhere,
You are back to where you begun,
Disasters, growth all find refuge in you;
And one day, you suddenly realize...
That the secret was the persistent belief...
That you.... had been running!
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