We dance around the ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows

We dance round in a ring and suppose, but the secret sits in the middle and knows.

We dance round in a ring and suppose, While the secret sits in the middle and knows

The middle of the road is where the white line is / and that's the worst place to drive.

Camouflage is a game we all like to play, but our secrets are as surely revealed by what we want to seem to be as by what we want to conceal.

Let thy Discontents be Secrets.