Jonathan I. Clark
Eye Of The Beholder - Poem by Jonathan I. Clark
I have always look for this thing called truth,
so many ways to look, I'll never find you,
the known truth in mind is a lie in itself
being only of point of view.
No truth is a lie, but you can lie about truth,
then you think some more, and it changes on you,
Your truth, your mind, your story, you're eye,
in the end is all about you.
The person, the place, the position you take,
will alter the truth in you.So I ask you of truth,
and what do you do, but give me your point of view.
But thats what I wanted, a second ones thought,
to give more definition, of this particular question,
and what I am left with is new.
Till my point of view becomes truth.
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