The alluding truths
Are sought in vain,
Said to give wisdom
And numb festering pain.
But truths are tricks
Seen behind the eyes;
A veneer of Truth
Hiding intricate lies.
The truths of you, her, and he,
Are only called true when they all agree.
For as I tread, I will surely fall,
But the pain will be greater as truths grow tall.
Truth isn’t popular, and won’t appear sane.
The Truth seems complex until it feels plain.
The Search for Truth comes at a cost,
But you’ll know the Truth when you no longer feel lost.