What is fact and what is fiction?
What is truth or twisted illusion?
On what is the base of those beautiful 'lies'?
Or where can you find 'facts', both empirical and cold?
Why must conquest be our sole destination?
Beyond a shadow of doubt, a truth for the nations?
Schisms made, friendships lost.
Enemies found, hate is enough.
Unproven theories soon become law
Used, taken out of context
Building walls of the 'truth'
For mudslinging contests
Of those who need proof
That their path is right
To deviate from what they once held tight
Why is scorn such an easy reply?
To look down our noses
At the mystery of why
Only a year later, 'truth' is found 'lie'
Feeling foolish
With what we used to consider wise
Finding that 'facts' were skewed
And left out to dry
Errors were found
But we never asked why
"It is what it is"
We're told boldly in class
As religion and science take two different paths
"These two things simply cannot coexist"
Or "The failings of man are beyond all remiss"
I ask, "Why do we not have a unified explanation of all
Between quantum theory
And Einstein's relativity?"
A fudge factor is required
To use them in the slightest
Yet still utilized without a full understanding
And universally accepted as 'fact' by the masses
Like a child playing with a parents computer
Knowing how to access after trial and error
Or after observing them used
With careful scrutiny though
Watching your parents changes their action
Still copying without knowing why
Knowing nothing of programming
Nor how to produce
Unaware of a grander design
Asking for proof without bias
Or being biased in 'fact'
What is the difference?
Opinions abound around the table
All having validity
Yet all have a basis
A bias or a desire to point
Facts are still facts when they're standing alone
But placed in an exchange
It's a chance to strike
Twist and turn it however you would like
Is a fact still a fact when it's trying to fight?
In the end, people are people
They'll do what they like
Accepting or denying and trying to apply
Always furtive, with darting eyes
Not confident their perception of 'truth'
Kicking and screaming while standing aloof
Hiding behind their own little walls
Enlightening and guiding
Those they feel are quite lost
Doing a 'favor' for them which are blind
Serving by tripping
Shoving muck in their face
Tearing foundations of brick apart
Seeing destruction and bidding goodbye
Is service still a service when you seek to destroy?
To tear apart 'truth' with a 'fact' of the day?
Glad in the heart when you see that despair
Condescending in thoughts as you say, "There, there"
When faced with 'truth'
Is it fact?
Or is it fiction?
Or perhaps, a vain imagination?
Who do you trust with your faith and position?
How can you tell if the 'truth' is a 'lie'?
With the light of confidence, a lie for the nations?
Why must surrender be our common beginning?
Where can you find 'lies', both empirical and cold?
Or what is the base of those beautiful 'truths'?
What are lies or a clear-cut reality?
What is fact and what is fiction?

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Life Goes On
PoetryLife goes on whether you're with it or not. A collection/journal of thoughts, feelings, and events. Updated as life happens.