You know the feeling

You know the feeling

when you're in on the secret

and, O, those stupid sheep.

But how does it feel

when inside of you burns,

with a progressive intensity,

the desire to tell all,

to embrace them and

to bring them with you

down that well lit path

but no man will budge.

"I have a secret!" I yell

"It's exclusive and the people who know would like nothing more

than to make sure you never puzzle this out."

I tell them I will tell them

You know the feeling

when you love and nurture

some child of yours.

What if you're the only one.

And a temple or a factory

that is ugly, but houses the affairs of the truly beautiful

and those sheep, this time

with a shepard, all on strange leashes.

No wonder they only stare

and walk by.