Could it be
That the truth is masked
By a mere facade
Of cunning deception
Had I only seen
A painted picture
Perception drawn out for me
Till my own had been distorted
I’ve been so accustomed
To seeing whats layed out
That I dare not wonder
Whats hidden beneath
Would I be a fool
To accept what I’ve seen
Or is it my duty
To uncover the truth?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem