This is such a lonely world. It seems to hide, way too much,beneath the bedside. How long it stays up there, hardly anyone knows. Is this stranger in the house probably going to pull it off?

Well, the stranger has no business to tell me and you, What is the secret, but
the secret just looming in this life.
It is so alive as it just amuses how lonely it seems the truth. Just like how lonely it is this world.
But then the seeker has more to do than just a glance over the truth. The seeker saw one more thing ahead.
Perhaps an indication, perhaps the warning it entails.
This is such a lonely world. It never told me, in spite of those glittering stars.
They're just like the wonderful Jewel upon this new bride of the universe.
They just never told me her ties, never told me about those distant natives.
It seems to be hiding.
Not just exactly hiding. But still, the truth is like under someone's bedside and until,It's fully out you never know when or you will never ever have it,
With the permission but, nevertheless, he the seeker could reach the secret. For he seeks, And as he seeks, he's awake.
Little by little, here and there. Closing in, reaching out, there again, Oops, he missed!.
But one thing sure he will know once, because that's his destiny.
And that is the destiny of this little world. This little princess.
It never is to be an end in itself. But it's a jewel, the universe never knew. But the universe would probably now,
probably have an eye.
But the ties are deeper, no kidding.
No one ever told me I could have been awake.
I could have foreseen, I could have loved.
Just like everyone else will, If they knew it before, but they never did.
So never did I. But that's the mystery. The slow and steady, its unfolding, buddy.
The mysterious mystery of the universe. And the lie that keeps all minds alone. It's alive. Because the stranger in the room is all set.And we are hardly awake. And the secret beneath the bed side, even if not found.
It will certainly be available before this time passes.