Some days you delude yourself. Some days, you'd fight tooth and nail, and strike hard to seek it. Black, white and grey; after dedicating much more than colours; and after living under a cloud, you choose to finally give in.
You discover it in the lyrics your sentiments decide to play. You look it in the touch of your mother’s hand loving reassuring your nerves. You hear it in the alternate rhythm of the black and white keys. You seek it in the eyes of the child. You find it in the unspoken words of your lover. You unearth it in the cryptic clues of a poem. You stumble upon it between the lines. You string it together when you try connecting the dots. You search for it when you decide to face the mirror to face yourself. You will discover it in the words of a friend who never exactly owed it to you anyway. To contemplate, retrospect and elaborate upon those thoughts.
The truth lashes out in its form like the hard rain. But you rather stray away into the wild today. You rather cleanse yourself in the moonlight tonight. The truth isn't what you were searching for tonight. You crave for solace. The humble solace. Probably.
The truth seeks you in its glory. But you were never the brave heart who was out to seek the truth.
Probably the truth is the price you have to pay.
