Kalon

Kalon
Damian Semwayo

What’s true, I’ve to ask,
Is it but a fleeting concept, that we barely know it ?
Is it the light that shines so bright,
Or the shadows that conceal, and dim the sight?

The mountain hues, that paint the sky,
Or the devil’s armpits, that emit a putrid smell and make us sigh.
What’s true, my friend, is a question so stark,
It makes us wonder, it makes us hark.

Are our kinds there, out in the vast universe,
Or are we the only ones, left to discover and traverse ?
Is life but a rarity, an exception to the rule,
Or is it thriving in every corner, a cosmic fuel ?

What’s true, I ask again, craving an answer,
Is it a journey, a path we must traverse, like a dancer ?
Or is it a destination, a static point in space and time,
A culmination of all that is, a reflection so divine ?

And yet, my dear, in all your thirst for truth,
Amidst the questions, the doubts, the struggle, and the proof,
There’s one thing that shines so bright, so pure,
And that’s the beauty of life, that we must cherish and ensure.

For in the end, it’s not what’s true that counts,
But how we live, how we love, and how we amount.
To something greater, something beyond ourselves,
A legacy of hope, of courage, and of tales.

So let us embrace the journey, the process, the unknown,
And trust that in the end, the truth will be shown.
Perhaps not in the way, we expected or planned,
But in the beauty of life, that we forever stand.

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