Belief is that half truth, which I was misled
into accepting when my mind was vulnerable
Belief set me up to be subdued by their truth.
Their truth is no truth of mine.
I once heard, 'The truth will set you free'.
So where does this leave truth?
I was told, reverie is my truth.
Their truth is an attempt to extinguish all
that I know to be true, so how can their
truth be trusted? ! Isn't my truth to be
trusted or what I know to be true?
How can their truth trump all truths?
Considering my truth is contested by their
truth, can their truth not suffer the fate of
I wonder...is there a decider of what is
true? A truth champion; a bringer of truth?
If so, where can I find the one who is truely true?
Surely the champion of truth will reign my
truth to be true. Be this true or just a
fading thought of hope.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem