What is the truth?

seariver Poems

But who am I A teardrop traveling from my eye As I witness the pain and the truth in the lie I want to sit all day and wrap myself within beautiful lies And watch the sunrise The truth makes me feel bare and scared I couldn't manage it; I bar my ears from hearing truth When it touches my ears, I just feel so confused I've searched up and down and all around for this thing people call The Truth Magnifier in hand like a sleuth But it still eludes me, like it does everyone else The world is moving and living But I don't think I want to be apart of it... Because the more I hear about what truth means to others The more confused I become I just want to meet someone with answers This search deprives my life of fun! With all this uprooting tradition and reasoning and overturning superstition and dogma, The meaning that has imbued my life has waned I'm a lost traveler searching for truth and a clear cut purpose.