What is truth?
The rays of the sun;
The reflections of the moon;
The cravings of a hungry child;
Or the lust of youth?
What is truth?
The wisdom of a sage;
The furore of a goon;
The want of the wildlings;
Or the cozy bedroom of you?
What is truth?
A moment of glory;
A period of ruth;
The fight of a hero;
Or the babblings of a loon?
What is truth?
An ocean of rain;
A drop of dew;
Happiness of a lifetime;
Or just a moment with you?


Something is eating me up from within.
A burning heart and a glass of whiskey.
A stink that has now become a part of me.
A stupid chase into a labyrinth.
I’m falling into a mystic sleep.


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