By ALEX MINASSIANS
Alexminassians@gmail.com
Too many secrets in this world
That overpopulate our minds
Too many secrets in this world
Which consume our precious time
This world doesn't revolve around the sun
It revolves around secrets
Round and round we run
Stealing each-others thoughts
Like blood that fills the bodies of our “friends” the leeches
Many people wonder and even more ponder
What is the point of all those secrets
Looking at all the missing pieces
Sitting and starring
Formulating contemplating
Synthesizing hypothesizing
Why focus on the latter
When you nearly have the entire platter
When the truth isn’t in what’s missing
For when you look at a puzzle
It’s not the holes you’re seeing
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