They say
The world is a jar full of secrets
Written on rolled strips of scented paper
Just waiting to be picked from the jar
To be read and discovered
But we are only able to pick one at a time
Not a few at once
So imagine
The time taken to discover one after another
We just have to wait
And as long as it isn't yet the time for us to discover that one particular secret
We will never pick that particular rolled strip of paper
And so exist the time when we'll wait 'till it finally comes
But even so
We still do not have a clue of what it could be
Anything could be written
And anything includes other secrets which are yet to be discovered
For goodness sake
Absolutely anything could be written on the paper
And as long as it isn't time
Don't even wish to pick it up from the jar
So please
Don't tie the rolled papers with glittery thorny strings of promises
Don't tie them with sparkly prickly ribbons of hope
Just don't
As it could hurt the people
Just anyone
Anyone who slips their hand into the jar
Anyone who tries to reach for that particular paper
And so a poem for you
And for me
xoxo
