In the beautiful basement of a grand central playground
Hushed voices ricochet off arched golden walls
Said amidst you all but heard only by a chosen few
Spoken word between me and you
Shared secrets displayed to public ears
Between laughter and giggles only you and I can hear
Pleasant mysteries appealing to our childish side
Taking us back on a whimsical ride
Forgotten memories buried deep within a sacred treasury
Shoveled into dormancy by our willingness to believe
That growing up and craving abysmal stuff
Is what we need to be happy