Can it ever stop, can it ever rot
Will truth become untruth because of actions that are uncouth?
It seems rather odd
Forces that pulled together now pull apart
Stretching and stressing, eventually there is a gap
That is infrequently bridged momentarily by fleeing memories
Where is truth in all this?
Where does truth lie in the half empty and half-filled cup?
Why is truth so quiet? Covered by an acrimonious cloud
Is truth not allowed, because it was too loud?
Did truth walk out or was it pushed out
Why did truth give up?
Truth is always certain even when it is abstain
Whatever it is, whatever it was, whatever it does
Eventually it reveals itself with or without help
Sit on it or stand for it, only time can certify truth