The secret truth

If the shoe fits, wear it.
Don’t be mad ‘cause I want to share it.
You chump me off for being me.
You tell me the truth is what I can’t see.
You say that yours is the only way,
and that I’m wrong for refusing to play.
That the truth should be savored like a nice Hot Toddy
and that everything ain’t for everybody.
You told me to join the secret lodge.
To take the pledge and learn the dodge.
To learn to walk the sacred walk
and try to talk the sacred talk.
To learn to find that which was lost
I had to pay a nominal cost.
You said the shrine held all the knowledge.
Even more than I could learn in college.
All I have to do
is blindly follow you,
the kingdom would be mine to hold
since you have hoarded all the gold.
So I learned the handshake, the stand and the grip.
And across the sands I took the ship.
I even learned the secret wink,
and tired to learn the way you think.
I was told the tale of Solomon
and all the wisdom contained therein.
Then you said that these secret things
could only be shared with other Kings.
That I could learn what my brother couldn’t.
Because he did things he knew he shouldn’t.
I could even take a life,
if anyone brought the temple strife.
At first I went along with this
because I yearned for spiritual bliss.
But now I can no longer lie.
If my brothers in trouble so am I.
The truth does not belong to you
and to myself I must be true.
So, don’t hate me because I ain’t down
and took the truth and spread it around.
I just believe we all should be free.
If the truth is a lock, then pass the key.
The way you had me trying to keep it,
I know the truth ain't supposed to be no secret!

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