no secrets

throughout my writings, babblings, even rhymes, when i am feeling most deep, perhaps even profound, there are so many references to lost mix tapes, words and music, that recorded who i was and am (the numbers are music) and secrets in the writings... yes, lost... the map to my core, to the buried treasure that was me, the path to who i am was lost... and the playful challenge for you becomes a real challenge for me and you... so sad, yet, reality is what it is and i deal with it, looking for someone else who will too... maybe i won't compromise anymore... i am alone because nobody will... will you?...