the old truth

The truth is... there is no truth.

So keep on searching for the new and the better -

the farther you go the more of yourself is lost.

With every piece of you gone I drift.

I am now as light as a feather and the wind is my soul.

That word of gentleness and purity is what keeps us going.

It must be worth these centuries of existence.

We need to discover a new will; a new way, but we’re stuck in this hunt.

Maybe someday we’ll realize nothing is true; nothing is pure anymore.

But, for now, this keeps us thriving to live; thriving to learn.

Truth is just an opinion.
Truth is something to believe in order to keep reassurance.

People have places where there is always truth

and it solely exists in their heads.

This place is beautiful

and will always stay beautiful

and when it’s time to leave, they refuse.

This houses dwelling and all emotions

and when the door is opened,

it’s empty.

So why won’t they leave?