When we were young, Secrets were exciting, Hushed whispers, Promise of new knowledge enticing.
But these secrets weren't hurtful, They didn't cause pain, Secrets of who loved who, And never spoke of again,
But now we are older, Why do these secrets remain? In a dog eat dog world, They are spread in order to gain.
A secret is published, Sown like a seed, In this generation, This knowledge, a need.
Isn't it pitiful, That no one's content, Unless they have the power, To inflict this torment.
I want to go back, To this simpler time, When secrets were special, And not used as a pastime.