Published on: 5/5/2015
Truth

I've lived and died. I'm asking God
Where's truth, but denser
Than human mind is clear mud
Inside his answer.

But something whispers, weak and faint:
In retrospect, if
The truth can ever be obtained,
It is subjective.

We all are blind, or mute, or deaf,
And whether bleak, or
Hot and bright, the truth is left
Up to the seeker.