re·cher·ché
Veiled by curtain Leaving only shadow Closed and kept hidden No one should be aware Not a mistake nor regrettable Just a path we should walk on A choice in life The one we choose Yet not always right
Tick tock tack tock tick Correct or wrong Nothing is for sure Black or white No, it's grey In between, always Seems nothing right Yet nothing false Life is mezzo Betwixt and between