From the volume ?A touch of truth?

From the volume ?A touch of truth?

Truth ouside door

Truth stands beyond threshold
Wrapped in veil
Fragile uncertainty

Ofter trembles shrinking
Blushes embarrassed
For her being lonely

Sometimes she rebels
Flings the door open
Marches into drawing rooms
Violently banning falsehood

But nobody listens
Dwarfed greatnesses looking up

Truth is a myth
Truth is relative
Truth is a lie

The truth returns

To the corner
Beyond threshold
Out of doors

Until it dies…
And then
The world will come apart…