A lot of things
That I don't see,
All the secrets
Surrounding me.
Most of them,
Remain unsaid,
They all stand,
Still never spent.
They're the questions,
Never answered,
Never put,
Never unraveled.

I guess restraint
Has its own row,
Where are no questions,
All is untold.
Lately I find,
Myself in there,
Alone I ride,
On the restrain.
It's a lone place,
Where there's no freedom
There is no love,
Although there's reason.
And there I ride,
So you would find,
The things you like,
In you and I.