The truth? The truth is but a mystery,
Sought by wisdom-fools of long long ago.
From far fairs, sailed to find this verity,
To chance upon within the heart to know.

What is truth but the knowledge of the truth?
Nay, to say so would be to wrong and lie,
For what is truth but an answer to soothe?
An answer? Or but questions that man wry?

To the truth thy senses cannot be trusted,
For the eyes deceive, and the ears distort,
For from the mouth comes the evil and wicked,
The frame’s not divine but of beastly sort.

The truth is a lie then that we embrace,
And call our own foolishy as fools do.
By our senses perceiveth this disgrace,
And fail to behold what is, and what’s true.

Trust the eyes that see beyond what’s charming,
Trust the ears that understand past the norms,
Trust the mouth that trusts what it is saying,
Trust the frame that soars more than angels and storms.

Many trails to truth to cross and to break,
To find that secret garden or bitt’r gall.
For what is the truth but a lie we seek?
A lie, that perchance, shall set free us all?

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