Life is gullibility,
Believing everything
We hear,
Or read,
Or see,
Or even speak,
To be unarguable truth.
But truth lies beyond:
Beyond our reach,
Our grasp.
We feel it slip away,
Out into the cold, heartless unknown.
Until our dying day the truth
Will be just beyond the limits
Of our feeble minds.
We advance upon it,
Slowly,
And yet, antagonistically, it seems,
Through our cold, rejecting fingers,
It slips away once more.
We grope for it,
Trying futilely to grasp it in our hands.
And yet we hope:
We hope that a new day will dawn,
And we will somehow find it.
But this day will never come,
Because life is but a lie,
And truth lies beyond.