Some things are kept secret for a reason ...

If ocean waters of doubt surround
Making what you wish to say,
an isolated island
With the main land of conversation
Now so far away
Is it not better to remain silent
To let the storm clouds of doom pass you by
Waiting then for the sun to once more appear
In its beams the right time,
and place place may be revealed
For some things kept secret,
are perhaps secret for a reason ...
Mystery is perhaps a journey
spent hopping from one such island to another
The traveller learning to be the observer
Seeing that one such island
is not much different from another ....
--Matthew James--