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Silly how you take the words I say
and turn them back round your way
you are not hearing me
you are hearing you.
Your own words reflected back at you
There's nothing I can say
You will have it your way
And with unbaited breath
I will sit and wait
for you to realise one day
my breath was lacking bait.
Proving your delsuions
Inspires such great
Discussion and
plausible Debate
Even finding merit
in how to debase
Figments Never were
so engrossing
The details of the crossing
Lacking but mysteriously
Attracting the varicose
Yes figure out that little
descriptive enigma in my verse.
Dogma upon dogma
Handed in and retracted
Replaced,
Mirrored,
likened to,
stolen and
Appropriated;
Recontexualised,
Cleverly redevised
To succumb the One or
The Masses.
I have no burden
of proof to bear
Only my thoughts
on contrition meh...
More of
Life and the many
kaleidoscopic views
Comprehended assessed
exceptions to every rule
I could use any angle to prove
Or disprove a point
I lack not in this area
Of finding to suit
Yet unneeded is this pursuit
I have only interest in how many
Alternate truths.
There is no such thing
as a proven opinion
There is only convincing your opponent
Which once convinced will herald a
Weakness in thoughtful sleuths.
so push on Philosophical
we must, lest our thoughts
Are borne of nothing
but specks of
Illusive dust.
Truth? Whose truth?
Which truth is truth of which truth?
No such thing except by agreement
Fact and truth bare no resemblance
Another's agreement in view means nothing
It is all down to the ever fallible notion
And those willing to offer it devotion.
Think about it. That's all you can do.
And that's the truth.