So here we go,
To the place where secrets flow,
And lies grow.
Everyone has a garden there,
Some so large that they can't bear,
Others small and fair.
"Where in secret's do we lie?" I haven't a clue,
"The garden's know?" Oh yes they do,
I wouldn't say even if I knew.
A secret needs to be protected,
With a lie that can be completed,
Or is it's exposure just belated?
A thousand lies to protect it,
No one is safe from this pit,
Which is why the gate's lanterns are lit.
Follow the path to your spot,
It's a fragile little lot,
A special spot.
Made for you,
You ask, "By who?"
Matters not in the end it's just for you.
Whether a