Were it not for the secrets kept To selves deluded with self importance, Eyes not blind, the mind made less, yet The witness of your thoughts an ignorant
Real Life / worldly emergencies The thieving of Green, and all currency Not cared or shared with the broken, lost Streetsβ breaking News have indifferent claws.
Not concrete or laws, where love canβt last Regret no stains, taints, no fragile glass, Still, Transparency is the kingβs masterclass. Were it not for the secrets... mess...