My Privacy

Privacy is my closest

 personal intimacy 

I don't know what is in my inside

And I have no insurance of it

Nor any inkling of the inside wealth 

That nonetheless my clinical climate 

Ever knew 

But Is always of there

Tumultuous crowd which I joined 

By crossing its creeks 

To participate 

No one send me 

Yet imbeciles populate its cities

To spite their lion inside

To slay their privacy 

And cursed to slay mine too

I need to go to his graveyard 

And resurrect her

I Ve been unfaithful to her

They haven't repent

Shall I not repent now

And forgive her

And forgive myself too

For getting drown in her rivers 

There's no beautiful fortress in us

Beyond the lure of privacy 

Our central bank of wealth 

Like the old lady in threadneadle street 

Wake me up privacy o my privacy 

My richest Island 

That the world never seen

My pot of gold 

To rest in thy fortress 

And arise my think weeks

And days of reflection 

And introspection 

For the salvation of my mankind 

My privacy I Ve found out

Is blessed with the nature's richest gold mine

Much more wealthier than the entire cosmos 

Put together 

O how I see my neighbors and weep

Who neglect to negotiate with their 

Gold mine 

At whatever prices

And often times for free

Now with remorse I'm satisfied 

To tap from my inexhaustible gold mine 

And become the richest man 

in the world