Somewhere buried, the secret garden moans
helpless and homely, it grows, it knows
that we are searching, relentless and slow
lost together but also alone

she sits by the fences, an outsider now
different from others, not exactly sure how
seeing more widely like a curse of understanding
getting to the end of a life but not dying

help, someone says, reaching out, take my hand
show me the secret you have in your brain
open so wide that no secrets remain
they will dissect you in the end anyway

forgotten in time is a place to go hide
I try to find it and can't but instead I go blind
piecing together the remnants of plight
nothing to eat that won't hurt precious life