Truth or Fiction

The world around awash in colors
the truth, what does one obey?
existing now in many versions
not black and white, but gray

One truth that fits our needs
and one that circumstances permit
one version to even cover them all
but does the truth even exist?

Perhaps with the passage of time
the truth in all forms diluted
Like fiction becoming a lie
as a story it's now accepted

The End

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