I pledge for truth and stand my ground
But it does not stand me
It just keeps falling apart beneath my feet and I fall along with it
I try and grasp something but all I end up with are crumbs
Slipping through my fingers.
Words no longer available
Certainties bow to their queen
And every master chokes on his own wisdom
There is no truth expressed except that which has become a lie.
For truth is beauty and beauty is mystery
And who are we to be able to express that ?
Mysteries of our own,
We just drink to it not realizing that we are sipping on our own being
Eddy Abi Younes
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