The truth, so muddied with lies, it is impossible to see through.
Is ignorance bliss?
Or is ignorance a handicap?
Does the truth hurt?
Does it set us free?
Does it help us to see clearly?
Or can, it too, handicap us?
How do we know when to speak up,
and when to hold our peace,
when the truth becomes to interwoven with fiction,
with falsehoods,
it is impossible to separate.
So we just accept it, we give up,
we learn to live with this new truth,
until we don’t know what the truth is any longer.