Some secrets....

hidden thoughts....

cloaked....flitting through. ...

alleys and corners....

of the conscience....

sunglassed. ....

peeking. ..sneaking. ...

shifty eyed....fleet footed. ..

saying hello....and bye....

then 'conveniently forgot'....

blanketed...tossed...

into a sealed memory box....

lost in......

the mind's whizzy mazes.....

tangled in the daily bureaucracy..

of life..and working strife....

an uneasy quiet prevails...

but there...in the sealed memory box..

restless and mute. ....

jumpy and grumpy. ...

buzzing and gas pedalling. ....

the secrets saunter about.....

itching to burst out....

psst. ...I hear...

they are planning to run away. ...

readying to play a ...

game of show and tell...

for this 'scoop'.....

the newspapers will happily pay..

what say...?..;)