If truth was a colour
                                     then man's colourblind
something in existence
                                            something you can't find.
If truth was a sound
                                             then man wouldn't hear
seen as a blurry
                                             yet something so clear.
If truth was a feeling
                                                      then man would be numb
or truth came with danger
                                                     yet man would succumb
If truth was a deer
                                              we'd be the hunters
like finding a rose
                                                           in the dead of mid-Winter
If truth was a sea storm
                                                 then we'd be the yatch
That drowns in curiosity
                                                          consumed by the lot..........