Truth - Out Out

We perceive the smallest motion

We detect the slightest change

All the acts are predetermined

All the facts have played their game

It could be bigger

It may be stronger

But it weakens all the same

It could be wiser

It may be brighter

But it darkens us again

Truth is hard to see

Why don’t you trust me?

We supported every facet

Backed it up in every way

Still the fates have double-crossed us

Broke the plan and played their game

Despite the loss, we count the losses

Despite the loss, we trace the change

Aborted plans and theories forfeit

All the facts have played their age