that was only accessible through hours upon hours of
subway transit . . .
but i walk!
everywhere!
and i like it that way.
and if everybody walked, too, no one would know the secret
and if no one knew the secret, the secret wouldn't mind.
it is only those who think they know that they do not know the secret
who are lost underground while walking on the sidewalk.
sometimes, the secret is that there is no secret, or that my secret is
not for you to understand.
but my secret and your secret knew each other once,
and they decided that the best kept secret
was a smile on the sideway, on the subwalk.
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