The beauty of any secret is the secrecy of it. It's nothing special, it's just like any other incident. But since it can not be told, it gets interesting. And when it's told, it feels like you lost something very dear of yours.
And so is a fantasy…well almost! A fantasy stays afar, something unachievable. It's something what you wish to find, plan on enjoying when you receive. But when you're there, when it's all clear and you can just pick it up and do anything you want with it, you simply have nothing at all. And you realize you never had anything to do with it at the first place. You just thought you want it, but in reality you want it to be a fantasy only.
I had this black bird,
coming to my dream every night...
It was black and glossy,
it was beautiful!
I fed it, I talked to it,
I spent my evenings by the river
with my dear little bird…
But it'd be gone in the morning
driven by the merciless Sun.
I wanted it throughout my days,
I wanted it so bad I would cry
And every night I would dream the same...
I met you on my way home, little darling!
You're just the little bird,
I had seen every night.
So, did the dream come true?
But I don't know now what to do.
Feeding you doesn't feel so great,
Talking to you makes no sense at all...
By the river there's a playground,
I could play…
Where did the fantasy go away?
Oh my little black bird,
go back to the land you came from,
go back to the fantasy I yearn!
1 comment:
Sometimes.. secrets are not just an incident.. and when its exposed it just doesn't go by.. it leaves a big black tarnishing hole... :P
U could say... it's like a land mine which if blows may tear u apart... and I think that is the beauty of fantasy secrets :D
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