Truth (poem)

What you see may not be all that there is,
What you fear probably is something you miss.
The city’s glow drowns out the faint starlight,
The lion’s roar can mask the viper’s subtle bite.

Endless flowers bloom and then ultimately wilt,
Endless kindness eventually morph into boundless guilt.
The shadow and the being can switch with a note,
The companion who swims minds not upending the boat.

Vast expanses to explore, new but not unfamiliar.
Vast dreams to chase, varying but with the same interior.
March forward towards your grail, whatever it may be.
Stumble wounded, infinite steps, filling the tree.