Secrets

Secrets are a part of life
That define our strive with our strife.
There's a rumour that's rife
That secrets are the difference between death and life.

To keep secrets is a part of humanity
The one thing that keeps us from insanity
For secrets provide pleasures that we preserve as treasures.
To earn them we take measures, breaking away all the pressures.

But alas, secrets can sometimes make one devious
Sometimes knowingly, sometimes oblivious
But nonetheless, people behold them as if they are prestigious
And so such secrets must be withheld while the time is auspicious

Secrets are shady, just thought that you should know.
At times I wonder why, so many people let them grow.
Cancerous to everyone, let's bring them all to light.
Sometime soon, the time is near, all revealed alright.

I wrote this for a friend...the last verse is his work, not mine :)