Myriad colors and faces in the crowd,
Thoughts, dreams and wishes echoing loud
Find the man most glad, he’s stark,
For he hides a secret most dark.
PS: This one is from my diary archives. I remember penning this forever ago! It’s still remarkably accurate.
This was posted on my blog in July 2016 and received mixed reactions from the ‘crowd’! Because it is a litte dark, it seems like a twisted quartet. But the thought behind it is actually the common thread that binds us all today – that we carry deep secrets within us and yet be social, pretend to be happy and hide behind our smiles to appear normal. If you believe another interpretation of it is valid, I’d love to know.