Truth

Is truth, the truth we find?
Or is truth, the truth in lies?
Can truth be told in rhyme?
Or be told to stand in line?
Like the eldest writers say
In some superficial way
Truth is in what we describe
Whether its truth itself or truth in lies
Or lies entangled; fearful eyes
Or lies caught red-handed in disguise
Truth may be nothing in the end
And nothing at all can defend
The way that lies help to provide
A simple way to your demise