Treasure Trove of Secret Files

After years and years of searching I think I've finally found the answers
They are here, were always here, hidden under the hide a key rock
Just outside your back door.
You just couldn't see them through the fog, through the mist or through the smog
You were blinded by the populations pollutions, as was I, as were we all
But here they are just as you've left them safe guarded.
Mine are here as well, though they've been scavenged through,
The elves and mice men have come and attacked and removed those precious pieces,
Garden gnomes, and bat people have swooped in and dug out the truths,
All the ugly, and beautiful ones, all the raw and fresh, its tainted in my gardens view.
Though in some undisclosed location, locked away in a steel vault,
Kept guarded by three thousand hounds, I am safely keeping the rest away
All that was seen, has been replaced by new thoughts, new feelings of twisted happiness in misery
All pretzel-d together in a wrapping formation few can decipher,
They continue to grow, as the dough rises and falls, and this in the heat keeps them clean.
Maybe then the answers are gone for you too, your secrets that were there, may be truths you've spit out,
May be out here amongst us,
While your soldiers of fortune play tag in their no man's land, surrounded by curtains of sunlight,
While your rose garden whilts, they've been removed by you, hardly knowing,
While you dream walked, a sleep walk, and removed them yourself, always knowing,
That in this final insult you could see the frost bitten remnants of a lesser time,
Thirty years ago,  you weren't even here, your thoughts, your safe havens were bare,
Now here you are over the years answering little but asking so much more,
Under lock and key you've kept it,
Waiting for the one who can pick it, for you've swallowed your key,
I've tried, i've attempted my turn and to no avail,
This is the unsatisfaction of a dissatisfied worm, silk in  your garden lost in your dreams,
I see visions of you in the morning dew, falling off leaves,
But you only question, again and again, and force me to look at  my own reflection and question too, again,
And again.