I wanted so badly to hold on to what I had.
For it was the greatest secret of man.
Something that nobody else seemed to know.
I told myself to hold onto it if I can.
But somehow, somewhere along the way, my grasp slipped.
And I lost myself in what seems like only a day.
Where has it gone, that secret of mine?
And if I knew it so well, why can’t I get it back?
I remember those days, so long ago they seem.
I knew myself and although I did not know what may lye ahead,
I knew the secret to life.
I knew what it meant to live in a moment
And to hold that moment for everything it was worth.
To live each day to it’s fullest.
To laugh, to love, to cry, to be scared.
I had nothing and yet…everything was within my reach.
I knew what it felt like to be nobody and yet be known to the world.
Yes, I know the secret to life!
So why this sense of devastation as to have lost it?
If I still know it and remember it…
Why do I not have it?
