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Poems
May 2017
What is Truth?
Nobody knows
the end of the world
Whether in a million years
or tomorrow.
Nobody knows
the day they die
whether a few more decades
or a few more hours
Nobody knows
the true value
of time.
Nobody knows
but rather
everybody is confused
Is there a God out there?
It makes sense to say
yes
But there's reason
to say
no.
Who knows?
Nobody knows
if the Earth is round
or flat
in fact
There's much controversy
surrounding that.
Nobody knows
whether we vanish
into the oblivion
that is
non-existence,
or whether there really is
an afterlife.
Angels
or Aliens?
Demons
or illnesses?
There is a plague
called "possibility"
that infects
the minds of
everybody
who waits and thinks
and hopes
for the truth
But what is
"Truth"?
Is it real,
or just another mere
possibility?
I believe in the Truth though, but is everyone able to find it?
As for this poem,
it is the summary of our confusion...
#truth
#possibilities
#mystery
Written by
thepoeticwit
22/M/Kuala Lumpur
(22/M/Kuala Lumpur)
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