Behind Truth

 But behind truth, there’s a place where the trustworthiness can move— If we choose to open our minds, we’ll find what’s the fact underneath.

There’re places，

where the light turns dim,

  trace the change in the fluid state,
And the clock keeps spinning,

a little differently.

You say everything’s fine, 

like you’ve rehearsed the storylines,
But silence keeps -

the atmosphere heavy and dynamic,

 where the daylight shines through-

 the darkness of night.

Perhaps secrets were folded in a drawer,
Maps to places we’re not for sure—
If open mindedness is a thing,

 it’s been painted with color theme.
But we can still try hard upon-

how to find the true wisdom.

Behind truth,

there’re so many puzzle pieces,
Where the echoes keep bouncing around,

just too complex to -

figure out why immediately.

Let’s hold ourselves,

 counting on the concepts of proof—
If we step through-

multilateral realm,

 deepening higher levels of reasoning, 

we’ll find what’s behind truth,

in the world.

  I’ve got questions,

that tremble just beneath obvious,
And a kindness,

that’s tired of tricks to -

Teasing us off.
Words that wander off,

before they reach the light of wisdom
silence tracing lines,

that never felt quite the same.
If honesty is a thing, 

we keep it fluent,
As the warmth has a way of -

finding stories untold.

It’s not a battlefield—

for winning a trophy,

bit to creative the moment in,

at the quiet journey that right the wrongs,
to advance the world

we’ll learn how to overcome -

what we fear,
Say the soft words out loud,

so the truth can finally clear out.

No armor, no whispers, 

no more rehearsed lines—
Just the cohesive, confluent flow of -

turning new tunes.

 And maybe it’s odd, 

not tidy or neat,
A tangle of change, 

and a few new start points.
But behind truth,

 there’s a place,

where the trustworthiness can move—
If we choose to open our minds, 

we’ll find what’s the fact underneath.

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