Secret world

Marked up on a scroll

Secret world

Hiding in a bell swing.

Secret world,

Who are you holding out for?

I'm waiting for you,

With a wormhole in my chest.

Secret world

With airplanes swimming in the sky

Secret, callous world

Meaning hidden in the rye

Cold and secret world

Who are your saving yourself for?

I'm waiting for you,

With a borehole in my chest.

Secret world

Your tricks are getting old

Secret moss

Sequestered in the towers

Secret world,

Who are you waiting for?

I'm waiting for you,

With a riddle in my chest.

Secret world,

I remember your carousel wings.

I remember your studded hood songs

And I remember your carved apple faces.

Secret world

Full of secret boys and girls

I remember your cleaning song.

I remember your hay bale groans

And your hay bed

I remember your long grass valley

And your ring of trees about the sun.

And your children around the trampoline.

I remember, so what are you waiting for?

I'm waiting for you,

With a riddle in my chest.

Secret world

I remember white keys

And your stupid hidden canton homes

And I'm waiting for you

With a canyon in my chest.

Secret world

I have your treasure right here

I have your treasure right here

You're not a hidden person.

Who are you waiting to possess you?

I'm waiting for you right here

You don't need to keep things to yourself.

Your treasure is not a crystal

It's not a crystal path

It's not a caveman encased in ice

It's not spit on the asphalt

Or broken glass in the sandy forest floor.

I know what your treasure is

So who are you waiting for?

I'm waiting for you

With a riddle in my chest.

Your treasure is not a wave

Or a sea cave that waves crash against

Your treasure's not a love song

Or a love song

Or a love song.

Your treasure's not a clear white moon face

Or a swallow's cowry

Or a love song

Or a love song.

You're none of those things

Nor a diffraction spike,

Nor a dodecahedron,

Nor a love song.

You're none of those things

And I hate you so much

Because you're something that wastes my time.

You give me time.

I hate you so much

For the placement of this riddle in my chest.

And I know you for what you are

So I'm waiting for you

To stop holding out.

I know what your treasure is.

It's a secret.

Where are you?

With you.

Where are you?

In here.

Where are you?

It's a secret.