Exceptions are rare,
but they are there...
barring the sages, saints and seers
who see and speak only truth,
there may be just a few
to stray into this less travelled narrow path...
Fresh from the kingdom of god
the kids arrrive with backpacks of truth-
they see no evil, speak no evil nor hear
anything wrong - lies do not touch even their shadows
With a few extra pegs
the drunk climbs on cloud nine,
slips into the Alice's wonderland of subconsciousness -
in the language of truth
he converses with the angels.
And as the sun is about to set,
once again the morning colours
fill the canvas of the old;
wisdom takes wings in his heart
and flies into a new sky
leaving behind the dark clouds of lie...
The sage, the kid, the drunk and the old
tell no lies; truth they always unfold...