We see such a truth,
Half hidden behind a stranger's veil.

How we dine from the crops we reap,
But see not the seed that was sown.
We eat the honey from our glass jars,
But know naught of the dead bees and hives torn.

The truth is often within what,
We try so hard not to see.

Chopsticks and toothpicks to eat with,
But The Amazon lies **** amidst tree stumps for all to see.
Your hair can be dyed black day after day,
But the wrinkles will always remain close enough to feel.

Sometimes the truth is an open secret,
Something everyone promises not to tell anyone.

Stardust we are, born of chance they say,
Yet we emote, judge and live.
The unplumbed depths of the soul lie undiscovered,
But a wretched face is all the mirror can give.

The truth is somehow not full,
But Like the moon,
We await its glory,
Maybe it just is too soon.

Humans try to deface, hide and delete it,
But every night has its end in the dawn,
No matter how proud humankind grows,
They will cry and rejoice when the full truth is born.

-Micah