At the roadside of secrets I uncovered
a strange staircase that touched the clouds,
a chest of treasure like pirates markings,
and a green grasshopper leaping like a frog.

At the roadside of secrets I uncovered
a clear puddle with a trickle like a tear,
a racoon raising its sharp claws like a knight lifting a sword,
and a bunch of potholes like the surface of the moon.

At the roadside of secrets I uncovered
an old rusty coffee shop abandoned like an active volcano,
a crowd of people sprinting like Usain Bolt in his prime,
and a random chair for someone to sit on.

At the roadside of secrets I uncovered
a great field of grass swaying in the breeze,
a broken down car smoking like a wildfire,
and an amazing apple tree holding tens of apples.

At the roadside of secrets I felt
The mild breeze brushing my plump face,
The noises in my head from the Cities in the past,
and the whispers in my head telling me to go home.

At the roadside of secrets I took
a smooth, shimmering stone shining as bright as a diamond,
A funny rock shaped like a hollow cup with no handle,
and a piece of a tyre from a burnt, broken truck.