There is a truth lies within me.
Like a window that I see through
It beckons my mind a way to find,
This truth that lies within me.
This truth though it evades me,
It stalks me and I falter.
(It refuses to be found)
I am then on a journey over uneven ground.
It shows me its edge, but nothing is defined .
I know it is there, though nothing is aligned.
It begs me to seek, but steps away when look,
Like opening the pages to an empty book.
This is a truth that I just can’t find.
Is this a truth that’s going to leave me behind?
Maybe its’ that, and that is the truth.
That I am to be left, hiding away, like a sleuth!
This truth, I am sure, when at last it is ‘found’
Will once and for all hold me down to the ground.
Then, like a shock as it hits me
It’s always been all around
And never really needed to be found!