Whomever it may be that owns a key,
To open a door...
Where peace of mind is kept,
On the other side of it...
Can describe what truth means to them,
To know it better than anyone else...
With a finding no one there to argue,
Or dispute their definition of it...
With a hoping to agree.
Eventually.
And everyday with this to acknowledge,
To leave behind whatever truth may mean to others...
Discussing druthers to convince of discoveries,
The one who has and holds their own key...
That opens a door and not to sneak in or to peek,
With a peace of mind to keep that is kept.
Without it sought to find to know...exactly,
Where a truth they meet is always met...
Would probably be the one caring less,
Who it is that defines truth to do it best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem