When I was little, I wanted to be a spy
But I never knew why I wanted to be one
Or even understood why I had to be a spy
Until now that I still have so many unanswered questions
Hovering in my head like scavengers
Waiting to feast on my dead brains
At any least given chance
Why were we kept from so many secrets?
When they knew it will one day be open themselves to us

I wanted to become a spy so I could
Figure out what goes on behind closed doors
When lovers are coiled inside blankets
I wanted to also know how our parents
Did their magic that brought forth
One of our kind every four years
I wanted to find what was hidden
Behind the deep blue skies
And the deep blue seas
I wanted to find out what goes on behind closed doors
And inside the dark when all the lights go out

But now I realise every secret is open
There are no secrets but mysteries
So I am a spy and I know not
What I am seeking but I will know
When I finally meet who I have been
Seeking for right from birth
I will realise I was finding myself
And I didn't know I was lost

(Poems from The Graves)