There are mystical secrets to the world,
Hidden treacherously in the nature,
And parchments of a coffee hue.
Books whisper me those secrets every night,
And relates me the things unseen, unheard.
Through them i touch the mane of a lion,
I feel the southerly winds touch my face.
I hear the laughter of a to-be-bride,
And sting of losing the ones you love.
I see the world through a drunkard's eyes,
And feel a thief's fear of being caught.
To know these secrets, there is no detour,
So if your curiousity is killing you, follow me for sure...