Unkeepable Secrets

The knot in my stomach tightens. With each step, it twists, turns, flips, and springs. I have to stop and take a deep breath. Then another. Another. It doesn't help. I contemplate turning back. If I do, I'll have to endure more of it. Not an option.

The field is so pretty 
I am not in the city 
The sun shines down 
The world goes round 
I feel that I could share this field 
With another 
   And another 

Reaching for the sky 
Branches sprouting out up high 
And this tree I climbed