A fake disguise,
a shadow in the air.
The answer to the
never-ending riddle.
The ghosts of worries,
the warriors of dark,
the constant tears,
the waterfall of secrets.
The sanctuary is far beyond,
the reach of hand,
the cry for help.
The constant curiosity,
the hate of uncertainity,
the great desire of knowledge.
In search of answers,
oh what a shame,
that the question isnt written.