How does one find the truth within? By action or deed, through wisdom or thought? Maybe it will come in the night, a dream unseen in the light of wakefulness. A flash of brilliance from the mind of one untested, a hope of what’s to come. Or are we to live never knowing the answer to life’s riddle, destined to fail once again.
Is the truth learned with the affairs of life, or is it burned into the soul of all. Is it a part of who we are, a lesson learned over time or a message we failed to hear. One must seek the truth, wondering if they see it clearly, or let it be clouded by weakness. Decisions made, lest we fail to grow, forever chained to the sorrows of the past.
Wicked is the soul of man, full of lust and greed, deadened by the course of selfishness. Casting our eyes upon the wealth of another, envious of things undeserved. We strive for what we have not, only to forget the value of things already achieved. Lost with thoughts of conquest and pressing the fight, forgetting all who fall in its path.
The truth within is one each must face, a task that must be completed to resolve peace. The search for the truth of our souls, a meaning to this life and all it’s troubles. We must look into the mirror of who we are, mindful of what we present to others. The truth must be set free, lest we live our life behind the veil of deception and lies.