What is truth?

What is truth?

We all have our own version, of truth, that is.

And in the long run, does it really matter?

We all live our lives in our own little spaces carved into the world until...

the end.

I wonder sometimes what my truth really is. What is real?

We all have our illusions.

Sometimes I think we lie to ourselves to keep from screaming,
to stay sane.

We create our own version of the truth so that we can sleep,
but, we don’t, sleep, that is.

We all lie…

awake

sometimes

and wonder…

what is truth?