The Truth Is…

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The truth is…
Many may seek but few will find
Escaping the many, as she can’t be defined
Yet freeing the few, as she unlocks the door to a closed mind

The truth is…
She holds the key to life’s many mysteries yet is a mystery herself
For while she is costly, she is free
And those who have her, don’t know they do
While those who don’t, think they do
And those that don’t want her, deny her value

The truth is…
She is an object of objectivity
But a subject for subjectivity
And her hard judgment knows no impartiality

The truth is…
Freedom is her fruit
And confusion her worm
For peace abounds in those that rest in her

The truth is…
As brutal as the battles that are fought to defend her credibility
Her power can divide two friends that proclaim an opposing reality
And finding no common ground but one, that leads to a path of animosity

The truth is…
She is truth
An eternal spring with one source, but many offspring
Polluted over time and aimlessly wandering
And though we may dress her in many a disguise
She endures forever and knows no compromise

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