Ask me again.
You have
so many questions,
and I have done much
to elude you.
Wrap myself
in mystery and riddles,
but never quite explain
the truth,
but now,
I’m telling you.
You were young,
so young
and ignorant.
The truth to you
would have been
as useless as the lie.
The lie was made
in such as way,
as to improve you,
so when you figured it out,
then you might be ready.
Here you stand,
now,
soul burning brightly.
Righteous and indignant.
You have every right to be,
after all,
you have been deceived.
You come to me,
demanding
that I tell you
the truth.
Are you really so obtuse?
What makes you think
that the truth I tell you
won’t be a lie, too?
I’ve already proven
that I’m willing to lie,
to manipulate you
for my own designs.
What makes you think
this time
will be any different?
The truth
is something
you must seek
for yourself.
I can’t give it to you,
but I can see
that you’re ready.
Go.
Now.
Seek and find
what you need,
and if anyone claims to know,
you can be sure
they’re lying.
HG – 2020
…and, what’s the truth