Truth
We wander about
looking for truth.
Refusing to see
the truths right
under our noses.
We aimlessly search
for hidden truths
wandering about
like children
looking for treasure.
We try different
truths on like
girls try
on clothes
for hours.
We choose what
truth is the
most fun when
we should be choosing what's right
We listen to
others opinions
when we should
really be thinking
about our own.
We men are
a confused bunch
stumbling around
looking for things
that don't exist.
This poem is about:
Our world