#WritcoPoemPrompt106
Write a poem about truth and if the truth The truth we know is but a fleeting thing,
A fragile web that's spun to give us wings.
We think we know what's real and what's not,
But how much of it's just a clever plot?

The things we see, we know for sure,
The sky, the trees, the ocean's lure.
The things we hear, we trust to be,
A bird's sweet song, a lover's plea.

But what of things we cannot see or touch?
The mysteries of life that seem too much?
We're told of things like love and fear,
But do they really exist, or are they just a...