Burning the Bridges

Evasive clues to questions, if you know what the answers are.

Truth seems elusive, and when I find it I wish I hadn't looked.
Reality is subjective, a figment of a collective imagination.
I stepped from behind the smoke and mirrors.
But found the truth no better than the lie.
Nobody smiles at broken magic.
It escaped into the night, it cannot be returned.

Stolen innocence, lost dreams.
Life is rarely what it seems.