And now, for a poetry break...

I'm longing for answers, but don't even have questions
Afraid of what's out there yet longing for truth.
No more pretending, toss out those secrets
And fill up the garbage with yesterday's news.

Lies will be spoken, hearts will be broken,
Disappointment, delusions will cloud up the view.
Looking out the barred window of your own little prison
The key to the lock within arm's reach of you...