it not what it always seems
its not what it is
right there in front of you
lies truth covered
in all kinds of wrappings
and you cannot guess what it is
and why it is so
sometimes its twisted
subjective versions colliding
constantly altering the shadows
every time a new shape comes up
and shatters in the very next second
as if it never was meant to be
they say truth sustains
remains through storms of time
but i think its just half true
cause after some time
it too withers away
and what remains is emptiness
everything breaks at some point
and its true for truth as well
its in your iris
its in theirs
but not two of them are
the same 
hence
its not what it always seems
its not what it is
right there in front of you
lies truth covered
in all kinds of wrappings
and you cannot guess what it is
and why it is so.