How can we know truth?
Is it touchable, audible, can we taste truth?
Can we see it?
Surely not when words hold no meaning and
actions remain concealed for those
hopelessly searching for it.
Does it exist?
How can it reveal itself from the shadows of deceit
if only it is there to always keep hidden from view?
How does recognizing it correlate into truly
knowing beyond the shimmer of recognition?
And on the off-chance of discovery it still begs the question
of reality.
Do we not learn what is real by our own five senses?
Or by thought?
If not for these, is the concept itself just a concept?
Perhaps truth is only a belief of the soul,
for what is true for one may not be true for another.
But with beliefs anyone might grasp the oddities
of true and false.
To separate fiction from non-fiction is based on view.
At the very basis of this question we know only one thing-
the truth must not be trusted for in that spot of angelic light
it will always be surrounded and drowned by the depths
of false-conviction