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What's the Truth


Who knows the truth?

The people above who we’ve heard about due to pass down stories from storytellers?

The scientists who keep constantly present evidence of the “truth”?

Maybe those who are above are giving scientists clues.

Clues hinting towards the truth.

 

So who does know the truth? 

Whose word do we trust?

Whose tongue speaks truth?

 

More and more questions appear,

Then more and more solutions should also appear.

But why do questions appear much faster than solution?

 

Once again more questions

Who can boon this world with the truth?

Him? Her? Them? Me? God?

Who can tell us?

Who can tell me?

Who do I trust?

Why should I trust? 

 

The relentless circle of questions and solutions never stops, 

At least, not till there is no reason to question anything. 

If no questions,

Then no solutions.

 

Right…?

 
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