Truth as We Prefer It: A Poem
Truth is where we choose to find it
if it doesn't feel good, we resort to lie
and we defend it, its every selected bit
choosing a way of life where it will apply.
We may all agree over math and facts
not really saying what we do with them
then our refined truth modifies our acts
while we treat our truth like some gem.
Like a beauty, as we often define
truth is also in the eye of a beholder
with nothing sacred and nothing divine
everybody is creating its deliberate folder.
In attempt to make it universally good
we see it chiseled in tablets of stone
but it depends on passing mood
if truth is not of our cell phone.
Truth is a commodity and toy of the smart
wrestling with illusions that make it unclear
while most of us prefer the truth of our heart
the "truth in the wine", or for some in the beer.