What even is truth these days?
It feels like everyone has their own agenda
Fables and follies spreading like influenza.
It’s scary most days to even leave home
Uncertainty and fear abound out on the road.
Like crossing a bridge without knowing who lurks below
The fear and hysteria of the unknown just grows.
And they tell you who is the enemy
While keeping their own truth cloaked in anonymity.
What’s even real?
Can we trust our own hearts?
They make us believe there’s no light – just dark.
Each day is something new
Another something that isn’t even true.
It’s maddening and sickening and wears us thin
To confront the lies with truth again and again.
Perhaps the scariest thing of all
Is each of us thinks our truth is the truest truth of all.
There is no capital T “truth”
Rather your opinions, requiring zero proof.
So again, I ask you,
What even is truth?



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