Truth

What do I know of truth

With two eyes that see

A heart that feels

And a mind

That logics out

Whatever I desire

What could I know

Of truth

When love

Always finds me

No matter how many miles

Leagues

Or au’s I put between us

What could I know

Of truth

When I look one way

But was raised another

But if truth

Is subjective

Like reality

Then how can it be

Self-evident

And if truth

Is subject to my beliefs

Then

What’s the point of arguing?