Hidden secrets, past lives

Locked away inside of me

No other soul has seen

Me in my true flesh

The never ending quest

Of life, and death

That I have battled

None of it mattered

Until I unlocked myself

Our minds hold endless wealth

Of the things our souls have seen

And of the age the world has been

A writer, a poet, myself

Holds the hidden shelf

And the pen is the only key

To crack the hidden history

I write to find myself

I write to become someone else

Inside of me is everyone

We are all just one

Missing piece of each other

I write to become you my brother