Like a blast from a referee’s whistle <br />Emerged the unbridled truth, <br />Clear, cold, hard <br />With taste <br />Like a bitter pill <br />Smell <br />Like the still water <br />A stark dullness, <br />Like a mumble <br />From uncertain mind <br /> <br />I ducked from boring truth <br />Longing <br />For the beautiful lie <br />Spewed <br />From the crafty tongue <br />Clothed in <br />Fantasy, <br />And a promise <br />Of happy ending <br />I seek the truth! <br />But preferred the lie <br />For the promise of fantasy <br />Of love, and <br />Happy ending <br />Is sweeter <br />Than <br />The common truth<br /><br />Gregory Ojukwu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/travails-of-truth/
