Do I know where I’m
going to? Do I like
what life is showing
me? Do I Know?

Truth

Always hidden from yourself
And rapidly covered if it shows through
It’s presence denotes true wealth,
But most bid it ado.

As if God has decreed,
You cannot know yourself.
Still the soul fills with greed
And we seek with great stealth (annotate Yuch!)

With studies of psyche
And fledgling sciences we strive,
To understand the light.
We know it’s there, we’re alive.

It governs the life
And excites the mind
Truth is as a wife,
It’s there, but not mine

January 8, 1987—title added