Don't seek a truth you're not ready for
Don't look for something you don't wanna find
We think we want to open all the closed doors
But doors are made for things that must hide

Your passion to have all of the answers
Even if they are beyond mind's control
Expectations are but a brain cancer
Of being the one, fancy know-it-all

Imagination is a solace sometimes
Taking us to new worlds uncharted
We can enjoy fantasies, no crime
But the whole truth isn't for the faint-hearted

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A/N

* The X Files, anyone? XD

**Written for January 10 Days Poetry Camp by undoubtedlymine

#Day10