You say you're on a quest
A journey
To find the truth.
You turn over rocks
Look underneath the bed
And search between every crack.
You squint
Hoping your vision blurred
Will stir
Something new.
Maybe you overlooked something
Perhaps you missed what's right there.
Like they say,
It could be right under your nose-
Hiding in plain sight.
But you constantly run
Constantly avoid
Constantly turn away
From what's in front of you.
So how can you say that you're searching for truth,
When all you do is run away?