Search for truth

In a realm where shadows masquerade as light,
A search for truth in a labyrinth of night.
A world of pretense, a stage of charade,
Hypocrisy's mask in every masquerade.

In the echo of voices, a biased refrain,
Gender's whisper woven in the fabric's grain.
Tired steps tread through this theatrical art,
Yearning for love, an authentic heart.

In the kaleidoscope of falsehood and guise,
A weary soul dreams of genuine ties.
Yet amid the masquerade, a hope persists,
For love's true essence to tenderly exist.