I am an illusion, an unspoken verse.

I am deplorable, yet often left unheard.

I am woe but human, living as a ghost.

Misguided and requited, hearkened beyond words.

The world hath cast a shadow, placed a lock upon the door.

Only knowledge may open it, opportunity is left to explore.

I'll take perhaps a second to unwind and think it through.

If wisdom is the key to unscrambling all the lies,

why am I still searching for the truth?