No truth is greater than the one we face,
Or a lie we create and believe in kind.
The reality of the perception of those around you differ,
Good or bad.
High or low,
The morally bankrupt and those whom keep to them.
The culmination of the whole all around us,
And yet only still halfway there.
These, the moments of life at hand,
The pinpoint pinpoints we miss yet try to conceive.
What is life?
What is it we truly need?
Too many given answers,
And no clear path to see.