And time lost is never regained again.

Mouths chitter chatter, on and still on

Till, What once was a secret is no more.

What will we do when we run out of gossip?

Every single hidden truth. Every cryptic lie.

Will eventually be revealed, all in due time.

Every misconception, every mistaken stereotype.

will be thought over and over, until unfolded.

How will we react to the ultimate naked truth?

I wonder..