the truth

Truth is something, I am not
then He comes, and gives a shot.
Sets some paths, inserts some rules,
makes us all believe like fools.

Now the scene is done- just puppets needed,
But with His discourse the, game's completed.
Setting, actors, rules as such
But we're equal all as much.
let the tragedy begin..
"Fools ! Don't you know the truth?"
"No, I see you don't-I look upon your face
Where shadows play chess
and they've made quite a mess.

See..that truth is just a simple word
I am even less
We define ourselves in words
Be our mother blessed.
In the end, we die alone.Just a small piece of the game
And the rest will be the same.

"Give me a dead mortal and the concept of truth
I'll laugh in your face and consider it a proof'
He was,he no longer is
The truth was and continues to be-still a fluctuos concept-
Depends on the actors, depends on the scene.

The glory of being! Give me a break
With all that has happened what choice should I make>?
Ha..But I'm still a fool..
With all that surrounds me,What's the sense of the school?

Oh..absurd me..I forgot we're still actors..Don't ask questions..that's your role..play the game and finish all.
MY role is still unknown
But since I am , I must have one because that says the rule
And until I find that I must go to school.