If I were privy to the truth of things,
would I be happier?
Would knowing all the reasons
and hearing the rhymes of all,
reveal to me a secret purpose
wrapped within the veil of life?
Or is the truth a sadder thing,
that once revealed
can never be forgotten
or made right?

If I were privy to the truth of things
would I be joy incarnate,
or a sullen soul
who needs a cave to live in?

If I am offered all the answers,
is it a risk worth taking,
knowing I could not unlearn
what may well be
a devastation of all I am?
Do I have faith
that truth is always good,
no matter what the cost?

In retrospect,
I think that I shall seek my truth
in smaller doses,
in bites that I can swallow and digest,
and if my time runs out
before the meal is done,
feel free to share my leftovers
with anyone you please.