Truth

Truth

Am I the afterimage in the air? 

Do I exist in what isn't there?

I haven't the answer, there's only the rule:

I should not collect what is contrite

I should keep what things I covet

I cannot offend what's out of sight

I can offer to not act above it

I should not fear then too much feeling

I should follow what is free and fleeting

If that's the rule, then there's no truth.

It's all I know here, in my youth.

I shake the soul in shaddow's Flight

I stay the shudder my steps summit

I forgive the frightening in the fight

I fade my false fate then forced from it

I only ask myself one question

I only dwell on this one thing

Am I the afterimage in the air? 

Do I exist in what isn't there?

Am I the afterimage in the air? 

Do I exist in what isn't there?

Do I exist in what isn't there?

Do I exist in what isn't there?

I should not ask.

I should know.