Truth

TRUTH

         There is a question that spins in the outer limits winding its way down
              Through the gravity, merging with the atmosphere and sailing
                    Round and round touching every country every shore
                          Swallowed by every human throat and mind
                            Becoming a wave of persuasive particles
                                 Voiced by the Socratean elite
                                         And always titled 
                                              MY TRUTH.

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