Mendacious Closure

Once, as we call the ultimate prime,
The one that is named, to be a crime.
Visions pretended, not to be seen,
Hopes with wishes, for them to be a dream.

A smile to give,a gate to open.
One key to unlock,for someone,not often
Steps heading backwards,with the fear to live,
No one knows, what is right to give.

The cry to relief, which you need to deserve.
The decisions to make, right on a curve .
True stories to tell, false actions to pretend
This is the last step, the start of the end.