A metallic gate, it stood fast and
Unwavering

First a closing, then an opening, for those that
Push-on

An own design, created by the
Mind

To wander and search in this
Wasteland;

Of this plagued mind... for the
Cure

Eluding and hiding, those that are
Searching

That most wondered, if it even
Existed

Was it false, or could it be
Truth...

That we are the reason, of not reaching, not
Thriving

Set within this reality, keeping this depressed
Mentality

To being deceived by those, that wanted a grim
Reality

But like any fog of the mind, there is light of
Clarity...

To hold on to , to guide
You