Truth

Truth ..
Easy to mess …
Hard to express …
Manipulate when guessed…
When ceased, bring the best…
Like an art , shouldn’t left unsaid …

It’s in the life ..
Like a thought in the mind …
Empty canvas chugs it all…
But acceptance is easy to withhold…

Selection of brushes and paint …
Act like method to communicate…

Some starts with a splash …
Some end with ash…
Some manipulate it…
Please everyone with trash…

Truth is a long journey…
Lies cuts the way…
We all have a version ….
Like Empty canvas and paint …
But is it gonna sustain…?

The half painted strokes ..
And the full story holds…
Do we have the courage to end this…
Or just made peace with it…

Courage approach brain …
A dash of adrenaline….
We stand to regain …
The trust we maintain …

Done with the paint …
Beautiful in the end ….
And yet to be transpired…
All the thought has been drained..
All the sins has been detained….

It empty us all …
But love makes it small …

In the world full of lies…
Someone tries…
Make everything alright…

Chances are hard to thrive…
But we will be alive …
Wondering in our own mind…
How to end…
Accept or decline …?