With no time for idle chat
No time to figure out the facts,
Who has time to seek the truth,
If no one has the actual facts?
The facts you know are just a lie
That anyone with knowledge can spy
But if true knowledge doesn't exist
then what is but a lie in which they lip?
And in our mind,
and in our heart,
the truth is nothing of the sort
For I am the one that knows this art,
the art of seeking truth
I hold the knowledge
I hold the key
And who of you knows better than me?
Copyright Michael Pattengale 2011