Truth was, telling the truth was important,
but the truth was not. Under parental
auspices to behave, a mind truant
was taught truth fell under be good modal.
But societal demands to be good
belie the chance to explore truth awful,
which truth be told, is the key to selfhood,
hence the tragic flaw in being lawful.
Being good is seeing the cave outside,
but truth is found only by spelunking
down past the mindís stark stalactite inside,
where life actual is ever lurking.
Truth was, I never knew the truth, until
when I knew I didnít know, did distill.