THE TRUTH

Sky tells the truth;

That there are infinite powers to the galaxy but patterns are made only in groups,

And the brightest is not about the biggest but the nearest,

The moon is alone and dull but with stars

Stars are bound to turn a black lump in far;

And the Ocean tells the truth;

That those are rivers that create them,

the inaccessible boundaries are made only to explore and discover beyond shores;

and it is matter within that decor them;

the big might not fulfill the simplest human thirst hem.

And birds tell the truth;

That to fly is not fortune but the try;

And the little protected are bound to die,

Where guidance is just espousal as rods to stairs,

And night tells about the deadline that has to be there,

That that it falls for a day to come,

And that even the dark are part of best prose written,

And the best love made is in night almost never forgotten;

Truth is stranger than fiction,

Strange is that we live with group not for group,

Strange is that we do for us not for them.

Do we make human? Do we constitute it?

How about a ferry written itself a truth,

A dream written better than cruel truth,

Of the world we dream and ought,

Coz I have heard dreams come true,

Might well be it, let’s Dream it, The Truth.