In the darkness the Truth comes creeping.
In the darkness Truth stalks me.
In the darkness Truth comes ever silent,
but I feel Truth there.
I run away.
I don't want to think about it
I don't want to feel it.
I don't want to let it in.
I run toward any light I see
In the vain hope that Truth will not follow.
Yet, behind me, my shadow is cast
The truth waits there,
A mirror showing my past.
"Let me forget it
Let me live as none of it happened,"
I beg of Truth.
A hooded, shrouded Truth emerges from my shadow,
"Silly child,
Truth is all-knowing.
Truth does not relent.
Truth bargains with no one.
What I must show,
You must see.
You must face this truth.
You must accept this truth.
You must see this truth.
You must see Truth.
Look at me.
Look at what Truth you've chosen.
Look at what you've done.
Face me, now."
I weep and I tremble.
Truth's voice softens as he places a hand on my shoulder.
"Child, sooner or later you must give in.
Or this chase will never end."
I have no other recourse.
"If this is what must be,
Truth,
Show me what I've hidden from myself
Show me what I fear most.
Show me truth."
Truth removes his shroud.
And there I stand in front of me.
There--I stand naked
There--I stand bruised.
I look at the truth of me…
I look at what I dreaded to see.
There--naked, wounded and weak.
I approach…
Nearer and nearer.
The naked Truth--my mirror self---Looks at me and weeps.
I open my arms and embrace Truth gently.
"There, there…everything will be alright."
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