From the start, they urged me to see,
"To believe is to know. Perception is truth."
But then they silenced my curiosity,
"Hiding is wisdom. Rules mustn't be uncouth."
As months passed, they waved red flags,
"Politeness is key. Maturity is compromise."
But I gazed up at the starry sky, free of tags,
"Brightness shines true. Dawn is on the rise."
Years slipped away, they discouraged my quest,
"Time is precious. Some things aren't meant to be found."
Yet I wandered under the night's behest,
"Dreams are ambitious. They can't be bound."
And here, in this city of design,
Blind to the truth amidst the noise and strife.
And here, upon this fated ground of mine,
Lies hidden by clouds, hiding the true life.