Unwanted

Cubes,
like pyramids,
form an obstacle,
I cannot avoid.
Invisible,
like spotless glass,
only the mind,
can observe them.

Is it a trick?
a leftover mirage,
from a distant past?

Unknown,
is an untold story.
Unaware,
is the forgotten fragment,
of its life.
But who can find,
the unwanted?

Climbed,
are the steep hills,
of all my options.
Walked,
is the road,
that laid ahead.
Unseen,
are the solutions,
still in sight.

If the unwanted,
becomes wanted.
How do I find,
the final possibility?