Truth-The Allusive Beast

Truth-The Allusive Beast susan Q miller © 2018 Tell me where the truth lies. I want to find it now, Though I know this allusive beast is always on the prowl. Does the beast ever lay, Quiet, certain in its place? Will I someday see what it looks like Or has it an ever, changing face? It’s winter outside this morning, Too cold to go out for play. So I sit in bed and wonder What Truth looks like today. Will I see it in the mirror or on the evening news? More likely I’ll get a glimpse If I follow my Muse. Please lead me dear companion ‘til I find my way Back through the jungles and the cavern walls That keep me closed off from you. I trust you on this journey, Guide me on this flight So even in my darkness I might glimpse the Truth tonight. Then I heard you say, "Why bother, What purpose have you To seek the truth uncovered? What will you do then? Go back to idling time away?" I just sat, pensive, wondering, No answer, nothing to say.