#298 What is Truth?

Living on the inside

Looking on the outside

Searching and reaching

Deep down

Way out

Truth comes from within

Or is that from without?

What truth is there to be had

When it's all inside a closed petri dish

The poodle knows more truth than I

I can see it in his half hidden eye

I look closer and he licks me

Rather than ask why

I can search for the truth

Up in the sky

Along with so many others

But it isn't up there

And neither is the pie

The pie

Is found in the kitchen

And it never asks why

It is to be eaten

It's purpose clear

I wish it were that simple

For all things under the sun

Fingers touch keys

Keys make words

Turned into data

Turned into ones and O's

To a layman

It looks like

00101010

To someone who knows

It could be the meaning of life

Not just numbers in endless rows

If I wait patiently

I hope the truth will find me

Looking out for it is exhausting

Looking within is too much like death

Snake oil peddlers

Will try to tell you

That they know all the secrets

That they are the witness to the truth

But how is one to know

When one truth

Is so different from the other

I just close my eyes

And spin that big wheel

Hoping for big money

And a place

In the showcase showdown

At the end of the broadcast

Quid est veritas?