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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.
Copyright ©
Susan Q Miller
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