secrets and dreams;

sometimes you pluck at the strings of your guitar
singing a nonexistent song in your native tongue
of nonsense words and phrased out lore
of stories weaved in through time.

and step by step you take the walk
from end to end the trip you embark
to contemplate and wonder in your little mind
searching for the thing you cannot find.

whisper to the wind of all your secrets
dance to the rhythm of your heart
whisper to the sea of all your dreams
dance to the beat of your hopes.

travel to the other side of the world
open up your mind, find in everything a pearl
a treasure that you cannot deny
a treasure that you must fortify.

wonder what the world would be like
if this and that and what ifs and could be
of everything that we wish we could predict
but guess we must leave it up to destiny.

tell me of the days that you were young
tell me of the years that you treasured for so, so long
tell me of all the things you never did do
tell me
tell me
tell me

whisper to the wind of all your secrets
dance to the rhythm of your heart
whisper to the sea of all your dreams
dance to the beat of your hopes.

of your hopes, of your heart
all your secrets, all your dreams.