Truth is something beautiful Truth is something wonderful Beliefs are foolishness Unless one finds the truth oneself It could not matter less The whole world seems to want belief And that’s no good at all Look at the world around and see How belief can be so cruel. Each one says they have the answer It’s written in some book Because they’re stuck their own prisons And never do they look They never smell the roses Or hear the bird’s sweet song They’re too busy being right And making others wrong. The truth it never will be found In the voices of another It’s found so deep within one’s being And yet we always smother It beneath our daft beliefs And so the world’s a mess This world is filled with foolishness And such unhappiness. 11 January 2014 @ 1009hrs.