Is There A Way To Truth? Poem by Ayni Poet

Different places, different faces
Walking through
A world where replicas and originals
Sit at the same table,
Eat from each other's plate,
Speaking identical phrases
Thinking shared thoughts,
Acting channeled by a sole force,
Holding without touch,
Switching places with subtlety.

A showcase where figurines
Learn to be genuine fakes,
Where masterpieces are confused
Doubting their origins,
Undertaking fleeting roles
To entertain a charade,
A spectacle that turns them
Obedient to beliefs,
Numb to beauty's plethora,
Blind to Essence,
Asleep to Truthfulness.

I wonder,
How can one make a distinction
Between a farce and the Real?