The truth is something when asked, if more often not given.
The half-truths, patronizing and deflecting, are well-crafted decietful tales.
I seek the truth in all things.
I seek truth in love. I have never been of simple thought.
I seek truth in the universe. But the universe hides his vast knowledge from me.
I seek truth in friendships. Ties we've tied. Phoney and fake I see.. people really shouldn't underestimate me.
When does the truth rear its head?
A wrong text in the middle of the night. Pacified tales to keep the anger out of sight. Unread & acknowledged thoughts.. smiles in faces and dogged out of sight.
Yes, the truth comes when we need it. It is given. You just need to see it to accept it.