The truth is just beyond the haze,
Lost in the smoke of fleeting days.
Between the flickers of the light,
Somewhere between the wrong, the right.
Through darkness, where secrets breed,
Two figures move with immense speed.
She, with her science, her doubt, her grace;
He, with his faith in other space.
They mirrored time —the wild, the free,
The cracks of what we all could be.
The echo’s still inside the sound,
Where aliens landed, riddles wound.
The Urban legends haunt, remain,
Like smoky haze, like fleeting pain.
They touch the part of us still aches,
For answer that we choose to fake.
So here I stand, though days, the years…
The mist of riddles never clears.
They look for something to relieve
And I still want just to believe.
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The truth is out there
© Copyright: Полина Окулова, 2026
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