A little like a look see whats in there
And if by doing so you find it bare
Chances are your living by others rules
And in actual fact most of them don't care

If you have nothing to keep just to yourself
No memories that are only yours alone
It comes to mind no magic moments fine
And your life has no real meat on the bone

Doing the right thing always as others say
Has a living robotic life seem so good it's true
Time to go collect a few secret moments magic
And store them away where they live for good

You where not created a toy doll others to play
You have a mind of your own use it every day
A little imagination a few things not to tell or say
Them your secret room won't be all dark and grey

Every soul upon earth has one most of them full
And they remain so long after the day you die
No smiles or  secrets to take with you even then
Like a healthy egg uncooked but  dead to fry

Take just a moment now and again yours to know
Fill your secret room with a few over your life time
And know the  time you tend to peep in there
At least you have known a few moments ever so divine

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018