It’s interesting to think about the secrets we keep –
hidden in each person you pass on the street.
Some secrets trivial, and some hidden deep.
Some from our lovers, and some from our mothers.
Some we share freely, and others that leak.
And once a leak starts, your secret’s long gone –
lost amongst rumors, rampant in the throng.
‘Til your grandparents hear of the substance you’re on.
Shattered reputations, forced alienation,
so be careful which ears your secrets land upon!
And then there’s that fallible matter of truth,
which all believe they alone can prove.
But the truth is just relative to what you find couth.
Varied definitions, depend on conditions,
so there’s never, ever a full absolute!
Yet still others think that they’re in the know,
that word’s a reliable source off which to go.
So the stories get wilder, the falsehoods all grow.
Still nobody questions the teller’s intentions,
and now you’re the star of a vicious freak show!