What If?

What kind of truth is that which once it’s known
Whatever we have lived for is forgotten?
How does it feel to exist without hope?
Without the golden promise of success?
Or to realize that what we have always
Considered to be gold,

Eventually will be turned into ashes?
What if those things we yearn for and cherish
Are just facades hiding a mystery
Which is brighter than hope,
Truer than success,
Richer than gold?
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