A Truth of ideals

Your truth or mine?

They say we must all know truth.
Unescapable, like the air that enters our lungs. 
Pulsing with necessity of food and drink �"
Gleaming with justice and power to convict.

But what is this truth, I ask you…
Is it the truth held in lofty places, well lit and safe from the world?
Where the people love their pastimes and enjoy trivial theatrics. 
Do they hold the true truth?
Do they create the only truth that one can see?

But what is the truth, I ask you…
Is it the truth hidden in common places, as the people walk by it unaware?
Where the people dance and loose themselves to nothing.
Do they search for truth where it cannot be found?
Do they even know what they want?

But what is the truth, I ask you…
Is it the truth buried beneath the lowlands, places where the truth could be the only thing left?
Where the people have nothing and yet they still go on. 
Do they not have sullen eyes burdened by sleep?
Do they not cry at night for fear that it is not there?

And so the truth escapes us -
Black, swift, and under foliage from a land most have forgotten.
It sees us, staring in between the places where our eyes glance over.
In the corners of the mind, beyond what can be…

The truth, they say, we must all know. 
And so we will go 
To find it.

Author's Note

How did these words effect you?

Reviews

[O V Montoya]

The "truth" is... there are over 8 billion versions of the "truth". Every mind interprets things it perceives differently. It is also said that every mind is a world all its own. If this is "truth", then pure, unadulterated and unblemished "truth" will elude the masses as everyone's interpretation will tarnish the "truth".

Fascinating. Very deep and thought provoking.