The Truth Is...

Disguised and disappearing into a haze of lies...
Crying as it all walks away...
Don't run, don't follow, no...
Just wait for the morrow...
Sitting, despised, too many what's and why's...
Foolishness and sadness, turning to madness...
Lost, found, what's the difference...
Care too much and lose it all...

Crying as it all walks away...
What was it all for, if not everything that is now left?

The truth is...

...if not for what was, there would not be what is...
...this moment, cause of the past...
...the future, cause of what happened last...
...what's lost, what's found, is the difference.

The truth is...

...there are many I's and U's, -th's and -ist's, separated by all that comes before, united in a common ending, united in what's behind the final door.

The truth is...

...lost among the clutter of history, lost to time...
...buried beneath those sands...
...hidden by invisible hands.

The truth is...

...found in individuals spread across a spinning sphere...
...scattered in small pieces, like glass along a beach...
...beautiful, worn smooth and washed clean...
...growing smaller and smaller every year