Does the truth have any regard for my desire? Does the truth change when a moment turns dire? Is the truth ever outshined by ignorance's fire? If the truth is too complex to be articulated, then is everyone a liar?
Does the truth depend on my emotion? Is it revealed through commotion? Does it give a resolution? Does it require devotion? If the truth is too complex to be articulated, then how can it be a conclusion? If the truth is too vast to be situated, then is the world not an abomination?
If only I was shown the truth, how would I know? Would it possess a certain glow? Would it put on a show? If the truth is too complex to be articulated, how would I know for sure that this is the right way to go?
I'm in a position where I doubt the truth, living in juxtaposition.