What if I am not who I should be.
The truth of that I may never see.
What can we do to change lifes course.
To break through shields of destiny's force.
I'll have to settle for what I have found.
The silence of questioning is a deafening sound.
If I can't believe that I'm on the right track.
I'll never know if I can find my way back.
So what if will never be answered for me.
The truth of my life, is I'll be what I'll be.
The answer to wondering if I made mistakes.
I've learned in life, that that's just the breaks.
This for Desirees What If Contest
To fight or flight, one must think.
For is it wise to speak truth to backs of the ignorant,
Or rather stand by as the racing river stridently does rampage?
Impossible it is, despite destruction of his crops, to cease the never-ending .
Lies force a watcher if exists maturity- a defiant childish fighter if blinded in emotion.
Truth, shall one fight never to stand for insolence of man,
Or do bells of justice remain silent as the unworthy parades forth?
This is the dilemma- the very crisis- which makes man stop and pace.
To flight. To back away, tail between the legs defeated when not,
Watching lines of liars’ disciples strutting in robes of cheap fabrics as an imposturous
elite.
The truth becomes buried in the mind of a fallen king.
Is there such thing as “Absolute Truth”?
Or, is truth a moving target?
Does perception shape the truth?
Or does truth shape our perception?
Does the view of our Spirit Eye define reality?
Or, distort it?
Ironically, it is with the sight of your Spirit Eye,
Your perception of things,
That you will reach your own answer to these questions.
Then we must ask;
How does the perception of one versus the perception of the masses
Influence our own truths?
Truth and Lies spar in the shadows,
Truth is confident and stands strong.
But Lies is slippery, a wily opponent,
Quick to spot the smallest opening
.
Lies may present as pure white.
If Truth is weak for just a moment,
Lies will comfort and divert thought.
The moment overrides the future..
White Lies mutate and become gray.
Then without warning they are black.
The escape route is blocked, try to climb
over, under, around and still the way is lost.
When Truth and Lies spar in the shadow...
Turn on the light. Truth steps out. Lies will
hide in the corner..
.
It's a sad day when you don't
know what lies to believe in,
it's a bad lay when the truth
is far from relieving,
So I long for my own facts to confess
Til I find my own truth and nothing less
to bathe in the nature of this lane,
to justice's action, in this bliss gain,
Independence,
freedom like I've never known,
to excel above the law as great gurus have shown.
There's more to truth than adding towards the sum
Now, I'm heading to the center of the pendulum.
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