I do not know if I have chosen to live life without truth.
I didn't fall into a pit?
And never came out?
I didn't fall through the bottom of the pit,
so far I came out the other side?

So many truths have been there
and so much damage has been done.
So many dreams came true,
and at the same time so many weapons have been made.

The next truth we might not survive.

I would rather live without truth
then die with truth.

That is not a choice
that is my inner desire for life.
I want to live,
because my body and soul tell me to do so.
And if truths cannot be trusted,
then I will do without