But to hate, is also to love.
The Right is just
But what is wrong, is also just.
To love, is right
To hate, is just.
The right to hate,
is just to love.
In due time,
the question arises:
What is Truth?
Does it lie, in the just of options?
Or is options itself the just?
Does it lie, in the eye, of the beholder?
Truth, different to you, and I?
Does it appear, yet to disappear?
Or is it here,
Before our eyes?
Uncovered by lies and by unjust?
Do options cover the contrary?
What is well, is ill
and ill is well
Right or wrong?
It's hard to tell
Presenting new visions, insightful pries
The question arises,
then fades away.
Arising again, on
another new day.
« return.