What do I make of this life?
Every person his own?

When does truth come in?
Do we have to lose a lot to win?
Is there only a middle place?
No absolute sureness?

Don't be so adamant,
There's more than one predicament,
Yours might not be the absolute opinion,
Nor the final solution.

The validity is there,
But what's the line, to be "fair",
Between a how and a why,
A disputed fact and an obvious lie,
Anymore?

They all wish to say,
Surely the sunset is permanent,
That a flower is there for eternity,
Like they're blind.

Because that isn't reality.