Mysteries of life ain't a knife!

He spoke to me,

He did know who I wanted to be,

Perhaps ‘cause he resided in me,

I was used to calling him Ricky,

Because he understood people real quickly.

No one but I did Know him,

But I was sure he was not a dream,

He took me places I had never been,

He showed me sights I had never seen,

He had a little sword,

He called it the mighty word,

Often he referred to the time,

The time when it would be I who played the mime.

He told me when my verses didn’t rhyme,

He told me of my lemonade’s lime.

He never liked me not talking to him,

But when I did refer to his life he usually went dim.

I asked him why he was helping me,

He did refer to some he used the word thee,

I knew not why did he like to be a mystery,

Neither did I know why he always behaved as if suffering from slavery,

He went away when I spoke about his life.

He although continued his hardworking strife, 

He always kept me prepared for the future,

And at times forced me to change my rude culture.

He spoke in a way that my parents had never spoken to me,

But I then realized that he was not of you but thee,

He yesterday revealed to be my creator,

And also that he was my life's director.

He now does reside in me,

But my consciousness tell me that say not he,

I then realized that how good is it if the mystery had not been revealed,

Then my joy would last as it was and couldn't be sealed,

I then realized that why was Ricky's behaviour so,

But yet my life does on go.

Truth made me lose a friend,

My happiness was then bought to an end,

But I then realized that there was a change,

His highness behaving like my wish, so strange.

But then did I get the teaching for me,

'The world is as you want it to be,

differences lay is the way you see,

From Santa to Tooth-fairy my consciousness have demolished,

Is a way to show that life is as you make it,

 So thy make life so fine,so of thy kind.